Burning

Gone away; thoughts of yesteryear
Melted down, once more
Into the fragile and precious metal of human emotion

I pour my being once more into a mold
Wrought of experiences yet to come,
Of love yet to be found

Maybe as this mold is broken away
I may be anew

Perhaps a locket; for those who trust to confide in
A blade; cold and sharp
to defend against life's monstrosities
Or could it be a ring, to always remind the one I seek to love of my devotion

Only time may tell
For now though...
I stay, burning
With hope