Let it be Lit Again

A reminder to myself and others that it is the hardest parts of our lives that makes us who we are.

The flame that burned had suddenly gone out and the cocky words I so easily had spilled now fled back to the naive hole they swore to never leave again.
Legs unreliable as any other part of my body desperately seeking a way out from this prison of humiliation I sealed myself in.
Now I shook the grid trying to reach the key I foolishly once threw away, too proud to cry, scream and ask for a grace I knew would be denied me. 
Across my prison I heard silent voices and grumblings from the audience who soon would witness my defeat. 
Afraid for real, true genuine fear filling my mind, grewing, overpowering the last of me and that stupid tounge of mine. 
But then a thought, a truth I never could have found by myself now hit me straight in the face by my angel and my friend who saw beyond the pollution my mouth earlier had spewed.
 Helped me understand that mistakes we all can do, but what separates the strong from weak is what we choose to do next. 
Do we let ourselves be imprisoned in a prison of shame, or will we find a way out, a way to over come our fears and move on to new challenges growing ourselves stronger than we ever could have thought possible.
But it is, it is possible.

Author's Note

Hi, would love to know what you think about the style I`ve used and about the poem in general. There is probably something wrong that I have done or could have done better sol lets see if you can spot it ;) thanks in advance! :)