Unbroken

I am engulfed the many flames
you've lit, with the intention of setting my vision ablaze
Yet they only seem to act as fuel to my internal flame

Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days,

It burns, but I see right through it.
My eyes burn a fiery red gold
Glittering with a truth untold
One that a work of standards and coal has yet to behold.

Bruised
Cracked
Torn
Scratched.

But my hem and my seems remain woven

My spirit within
Unbroken

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