Fires don’t stop as the flesh falls away. Nothing left but burnt chards not moving. Nothing just bone and yet still fighting. Never stopping and not ever giving up. Never again will the words and thoughts of others be what defines. Finding that definition within and only to be written but in the heart.
No longer a slave to acceptance. Accepting self instead. A moment turned into a new lifetime. One full of pride in self. Of enjoying the day in one’s own company which is such a magically glorious feeling. To be able to see value and not waste away in what was. Not perfect but flawed in so very many magnificent ways.
There is so very much more that can still be. It is still within grasp. Time has not stopped but shifted. One can choose to reinvent and perhaps attempt to do and see things never dreamt of.
Glorious and Gory