The beast in my chest
The one which became ashes
Is it ready to emerge?
Is it strong enough for another go?
The beast, very little so far
Nods its head in agreement
While my soul screams,
Still in pain, ''please don't''.
What could be the correct path?
Keep being a coward, guard my heart?
Or try to become a hero,
With the possibility of becoming a corpse?
So many questions
So little answers.
The only thing to do: