Rise from the Ashes

Moving on.
I've been released.
I'm something new.
No longer deceased.

By body no longer
Withered and small
It now has a start
After it took a great fall.

When I look at him
I'm no longer sick
I can stand him
Though my emotions are thick.

He might have hurt me
I mite be broke
But my soul still remains
For this I have spoke.

When he finally sees
Past the mirror he holds
Then he can
Make something new unfold.

Withered and broken
I may be
But because of him
I can rise from the ashes
Where I used to be