Rising

I was frozen placated content.
You shattered peace but don't repent.

I offered my flesh your ego needed more.
You would not rest please confess.
Till you tore it from my shattered chest.

Not a treasure but a trinket a token.
for the pyre of your wounded pride.

Don't try and hide or yet deny.
There is no kindness in a lie.

You furnace burned me to my core.
I should thank you, before
I never needed more.

You woke the ashen bird inside
For years it used to hide.

That winged myth of fire.
Which now rises to inspire.




- a oldish rewrite