Out of the ashes
Of what served me only lashes.
You held together the shards
Of my failed hand of cards,
Enough for the cracks to fade,
Free for what I was forbade.
I began to ask
\"Who could love me for the cracks of my past\".
You told me wait,
So here I still stand at the gate
Of times forebarence,
Before my time for the furnace.