Reborn

From ashes gray I shall arise

Won’t recognize me with your eyes

What I was you’ll find no more

Nothing like I was before

Tempered like a hardened steel

Sharpened on the grinding wheel

My soul is hollow, fully scraped

Broken down to be reshaped

Stripped of armor, stripped of pride

My only fuel, this rage inside

This driving rage to push me on

To drive me ’til this battle’s won

Sometimes we come to a place where we find nothing but a void. No thoughts, no feelings, no point to anything. It’s neither good nor bad – It is merely a state of limbo. There is no clear path to follow; not even a downward spiral.

We search for a foothold to climb up, but find mere empty space beneath our feet. We reach up and grasp nothing but air. We are spinning and floating aimlessly.

We can exist in this space, but do we truly want to?

Because that’s all it is. Existing.

If we can’t climb up and we can’t drop down, what can we do?

I propose to burn the void. Burn it until is a pile of ash. Burn with the void. Burn until everything is one large pile of ash and embers.

And then rise up.

Rise up from the ashes, soul burned clean. Scraped by the fires of your determination not to float in that cursed void.

Forge new steel. Sharpen it on the wheel.

Be reborn.

© The Beginning At Last