burning and destructing
until only our souls are recognizable
seeing the world through new eyes
each time we venture
into the life we had lived before
we must beg the question:
does this belong with me
with what i have become
must i build my new life
from pieces of the old,
if they are not reborn as i have been
or am i meant to start anew
and dig deeper to wonder:
should they become unrecognizable,
as i have,
will we ever rekindle?
are we supposed to?