The fire burns bright barely touching my being
How do I keep such warmth
when everything else is so cold void of life
The fire pulls me forward but the cold is strong
To bask in warmth is a bloody fight
A battle that rages on day after day
Seemingly never ending
Somedays the fire welcomes me with open arms
Some days I’m left in the cold Shivering
the ashes of my former self made by the
sweet flames disintegrating from my skin
Every move I make to be chosen carefully
As to keep myself from shattering where I stand
Days months years pass My fire
now but a simple flame in the dark
Barely alive but still living
I struggle To keep the light the small flame
my only hope from the darkness that surrounds
me the only thing I have left to hold onto my friend
that I took for granted when young and innocent 
Now wishing for my last true happiness to stay
But everyday it grows smaller and every day I shed
the ashes of my former self until I am no more