Memories

We burn, a fire rooting its way into every dark crevice

Left to rage we leave scars in our wake

But if acknowledged for the power we possess

Our ashes can heal the wounds of our destruction if these things can be found along the way

Acceptance, for he will clean the wounds

His presence may not take away the pain, but will cleanse away the vestiges of our blaze

Reflection, for she will show you where you have been, so you may know where to go

She may not show you the way forward, but will give you hope to find the way

Promise, for she will hold you to your word, to be better than those before

But she is fragile and can be broken with a single step down the wrong path

Action, for he will see the results of the change Promise brings

But he is precarious, he can be muddled and diluted with falseness from those who seek his destruction

Take these friends and mix them with our ashes

This is the remedy for the wounds we leave behind