Transformation

Despite the thorns that prick our bones, chains of hopelessness that hold us tight, Pains that imprison our tongues Or the venomous threats we fight There's always a falling action to every story the chance to put broken pieces together again mend them, and be born  anew not of the history but of hope and  endurance through the pain We are the roots that grow when the leaves, stems or branches fall we are the candle wigs that glow Even when the wax is freezing cold Like a snake unshells itself a new creature Born afresh, we can unshell ourselves and be free of the pains, scars or fracture in our bones and be new bodies