Striving

I've forgotten the warmth,
The feel of the sun.

The shine of the light,
A fire long gone,
Yet I burn for the touch,
Of beauty alone.

I've imagined the doom,
The words in our eyes.

The weights of our smiles,
And some other lies,
Yet I burn from the tears,
Of all silent cries.

I've forsaken the rights,
The will of surrender.

The fragments of life,
The hope for power.
But I burn for the growth
Of a blooming flower.