Mortal Wound

I feel like a candle
I started out as a wick
Small and unprotected
Alone
But things happened,
And I began to grow layers
As the layers grew,
I became less important
The layers were poisonous
Unwanted, scary
Until one day, when I slowly rebuilt my life
The layers were less visible
But there would always be scars there
No one mentioned my past
No one remembered
And I was happy.
Then it happened
A fire was created
The blaze caught ahold of me, and
I was caught in a mass of molten memories
A mortal wound
Spilling my past everywhere
Destroying everything I had worked so hard for
Leaving me alone again,
Leaving me to start over
From scratch
Like a candle