Day Twenty – The burn

The burns are there
scratched in gold
forever imprinted
scathing the existence
of your once forgotten talents,
smouldering on the
philanthropy of your weakness.

The fire now gone
just the heat remains
powering on chars
that are a reminder
of your fragility:
the addictive vice that forever wins.

Denial and black memories
keep it all in check
for all that remains are
the broken pieces of you.

But my friend remember,
I will pull you from the dark
refuse to let you fall
will keep you persevering
and encourage you through it all.