Dead Inside

I'm dead inside,
worn down to the bone.


Can a fire truly refine me
without burning me through?


Can anything be made from
the ashes of a tarnished life?


If I die in the flame,
would my spirit escape
and be reborn?


Or would I be a hopeless cause,
another casuality of life?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "Worn" by Tenth Avenue North

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