Through the Fire

Gold is purified through heat,
So much that the gold melts,
And when it becomes hot enough,
The dross comes up to the surface
And only then can it be removed.
They say when gold is purest,
You can see through it when it pours.

I am going through the fire,
And there is a lot of dross...
Hotter and hotter the fire burns
The more I suffer, more comes to the top
And it is removed and corrected,
Bad patterns removed as they come up...

Leaving me with a see through spirit,
At last I see who I am, uncluttered...
I see for myself, for the first time ever...
I am boiling, soon to be cooled,
And more beautiful than I have ever been.