Through the flames I walk alone,
The searing heat cuts to the bone,
Burning away what’s left of me,
Smoke choking me as i try to breathe,
Collapse in a heap into the embers,
As life fades to black no one ever remembers,
The man I thought I used to be,
The person who imagined that they were free,
From the demons of their life,
As flames lap at these points of strife,
I’m smoldering now in a pile of ashes,
The past nothing more than flickering flashes,
Yet I stir and begin to stand,
A burnt out husk I tear at with my hands,
Shedding the charred pieces of my past,
I tear away the most painful ones for last,
I’m reborn to start a new,
Vulnerable but hardened and more so true,
And I let those memories smoke and expire,
As I walk away from my life’s funeral pyre.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 