Honored

My soul endures the torment of a repressive existence,
I feel the others within me,
Struggle to make sense of the new darkness that consumes their sight,
This is not where you were meant to be,
You were your own being,
You were a light in so many worlds,
Falling from the heavens and smashing to earth,
Fragmented and scattered about in the wind,
Scorching the land and all you surround,
Handed your fire to me and housed in my chest,
To reignite the conflagration within a broken shell,
You are home with me,
Never intended but determined to adapt,
Fill the desolation with the noise of new life,
Brought back from death,
I regret the accommodations are slight,
I was never one to share all that I am,
But now,  this is us,
As one, we walk through eternity,
Sharing each step of new life together.

 You are me.

-This is dedicated to Chris, whose life saved my own,
  As well as the others trapped within me.