My fire grew and so did my shadows.
Silly mind thought that I had fled away from the eternal darkness of melancholy

 How could I for the darkness itself gave birth to the fire which defined me today.
Yet the lone gloomy days still petrified me.
No longer did I yearn to embrace the darkness for the world had finally learnt to capture the warmth of my fire in winter nights and forget my mundane history.
The dancing shadows near my massive fire sketched the painful memories of deserted past.
However painful the past was, I could not tear off the agonizing pages from the book of my life and eventually end up annihilating my priceless book.
I would grow with the shadows of the past dancing around me, as a remainder of how I rose from the ashes of nothing.