Rebuild.

There's more behind this skin.
More than what you see.
More than blood, muscles, tendons and ligaments.
Something I only let a select few see.
A heart that's been broken more than once,
And pieced back together by the fragments left behind.
You can't extinguish this flame.
It's burning bright now,
Then it ever has.
Just because I've been kicked while I'm down,
Doesn't mean I'm completely out.
Just because I'm not the center of attention for the moment,
Doesn't mean I'm not standing in the shadows.
Observing.
Don't worry though,
I'll be back in a big way.
Undergoing an operation to piece me back together,
Forming something new from the fragments left behind.
The good, the bad, the happy, the sad.
The tragic moments that froze time,
And those amazing moments that stole my breath.
While the worst of the worst is left behind to burn.
Set ablaze in my memory.
I'm being rebuilt, piece by piece.
Stitch by stitch.
Just to come back stronger than I've ever been.
Mind and body.
Love and life.