Flames

I may go down in flames.

My skin burns; it's peeling

My old self is shedding.

I am becoming anew.

 

I need your assistance.

Please, hold my charred flesh

As I twist my way out.

 

I am glowing.

My ember pores subtly shine.

 

Bring me the bright future.

Show me the light ahead.

If I have no vision,

No worth to feel

I will go down in flames.

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