Rebirth

Blood burns, fire turns,
As I wait, hungry for something,
Searching, unable to find,
What I've been dreaming of.

A calloused fist is all that remains,
Of the feelings I once had,
Hard and stiff, it cannot feel the touch,
Of the flower it is holding.

Cracking skin and shattered bone,
All falls away, leaving only the raw,
Bare, soft, red, bruised... The reality,
Of what I've been hiding.

Painful memories fill the air,
Clawing them away, I fight for new breath,
A new view, and new calm.
I look for the rebirth.

Of what I've remembered.