My flaws burn my skin,
like demonic flames from hell.
Every mistake is a thorn that wounds,
every memory, an eternal fire.

I carry in my soul the weight of who I was,
the ashes of who I once tried to be.
But even burning, I still feel
that from the fire, I can be reborn.

For in pain there is hidden truth,
and in falling, the beginning of flight.
Even wounded, I move in silence,
learning to live in the fire.