Forged in Fire

Forged in the flames

of the house I burnt down,

I stand in the ashes.

Cinders braze my feet.

What I once called home

I now speak of

with fire in my lungs

and truth in my chest.

No shelter left

but where I stand.

No escaping the burn.

No attempt to stop the spread.

I walked through them,

and watched

as the comfort,

the distortion

bled.

All of which

I outgrew.

I heard the crack

of old versions of me

splitting at the core.

No apology.

No tragedy.

Just destiny.

Because you don’t forge steel

without pressure,

without heat,

without breaking first.

So burn it.

Let it strip you bare.

Let it take the façade

of who you used to be,

so you won’t stand

as anything less than truth.

And from the ashes,

rise

not as who you were,

but as proof.

When the flames die down

When the silence settles

You won’t find ruin.

You’ll find a man forged

Forged in fire.