I am not who I was a year ago, six months ago, one month ago

I planted a seed that is sprouting from the dirt and the mud and the ashes of my past

I let the flames of the fire burn everything away until there was nothing left but me

rebuilding myself from the wreckage I was trapped beneath,

I burn with a different fire, one that is all mine and does not scorch me

a fire that lights the darkness and shows me my shadows

and now those shadows that once haunted me have become my friends

I let myself burn to ash and I am now reborn

becoming the me I am meant to be