Starting again (and again)

trying hard to rebuild hope from the ashes

I'm poor. I was rich, but my heart spent it all

while gambling with hope.

Then I had to burn down my soul's shelter

sell my spirit to find the proper currency and live

honorrably again. But I was mistaken.

You cannot live, if your spirit is crashed, if your soul is burning.

Thus, I decided to collect my ashes, put them in cold water

rethink what has happened and dream of them being rebuilt.

I started remembering I have myself,

I have the memories of your love, oh wonderful one,

I dream the dreams of me standing strongly against every hardship

so, I can start again being strong and taunt my enemies

with my strengh, not my weakness.

Thank you fire, for destroying my weak and powerless

house of loss, making me have to build another one,

one made on solid foundation,

something to be the home of my future most loved one, and myself.