Reborn

My soul restored.
Where echoes still stir in time.
And with each passing line.
Nevermore does it have to rhyme.
Bursting forth with life.
The new destroyed to bring back the old.
Where pain still lies.
Within a heart still broken, shattered, and barely beating.
But a wounded heart still better than none at all.
As the winds carry familiar things from the past.
Memories that help rebuild so much of what has been suppressed.
A hope to be restored.
A love yet to be found.
Dreams guided and still yet free.
Each lost fragment reflecting light.
To rebuild a puzzle destroyed in rage.
When the heart refused to care.
Fear must be led to die.
So these signs point back down the path.
An open road through all these things.
Where images of innocence still dance.
And shadows play long into the night.
Music blends fantasies to bend reality.
Once again to break these walls.
My soul restored.
This story continues to be told.