IRSRSI

I threw myself in. Not bravely. Just because standing still felt like a slower death.
Reckless, I burned the thing I built. Watched it. Did not look away.
Somewhere in the ash I found a shape I had never seen before -- it was mine.
Remember the on who tried. He did not know enough. He was not wrong to try.
Soft now. Sit with him a while. He carried more than you knew, with less than you have.
I will go again. Different hands. Same fire. One more thing to learn how to lose.