Through the Fire

I had to burn down this house;

it wasn't home anymore. 

 

All the memories I held dear

disappeared in flame and smoke.

 

I was left only the bare walls

and an empty heart. 

 

I lost what weighed me down;

I felt finally free.

 

I had to start anew.

 

I had to rebuild myself

from the ashes.

 

I had to collect the embers

and piece them back together.

 

But through the fire,

I made myself stronger.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "Your Heart is an Empty Room" by Death Cab for Cutie

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