Rekindled

This is an old poem I wrote that today has new meaning to me:

When the pieces of a broken life
begin to once again take shape
and the pain of living starts to subside,
a spark of creativity breaks its bonds
and the void is replaced with a
wellspring of new, untapped potential,
a testimony to the heart's ability
to survive the most brutal devastation.
Out of the ashes comes a new creature
reborn and fragile,
but in many ways stronger than the one
left behind.
A strength that comes from surviving,
enduring, and rising once again
refusing to capitulate to disappointment and loss
From fragile empty arms comes a dreamer
half awake, determined to be fully alive
the heart of a survivor, the soul of a poet,
a candle rekindled in the darkness