What form this phoenix takes?

The man who was, was left shattered in the street
The soul inside this battered body knows not who is he
Two long years have left their mark, not just on the skin

The scars run deep, and from this I need to carve
A body new, a person new, a fairer version of my self
Has the soul come out of this mess unscathed?

I know not if what was, can cope with Pollyanna
She is a role to play, a facade to hide behind
Chronic pain fades not in a few short weeks

The weight of these years drags on my left leg,
Holding me back from what should be a Rebirth
What does this Phoenix look and taste like?

This shattered mind struggles to know the truth
From a place of exhaustion and frustration
My faith, what core remains, is the only raft I have

Rebirth, renewal, regrets, before realisation
The truth is there, only need to peel the onion
Now that the bandages have been removed

The scars on the skin fade with time
Those on the soul never ever will.