Fire Still Burns - Psychework

I lost something I believed to be definitive

Suddenly, my chest was a dark and hollow place for years

Things I used to love I started to hate

Suffocating me

I couldn’t feel the pain

I couldn’t hear the beating of my heart at all

I lost my passion and desire for reasons unknown

Was it fear of sacrificing too much or lack of trust, I don’t know

It took me years to get the passion back

And to understand that I was a prisoner of the past

My fire still burns

Inside the walls of my fortress I rebuilt

The fire still burns

Giving me hope to see who I am

Life is not silver and gold

A little death could be a new beginning