My throat is so dry I can hardly breathe and yet I won�t turn away from that which burns and what lies inside.

I am angry and disheartened. Confused and afraid. Lost and withdrawn.

Amazed.

What was I like four months ago? Six months ago? A year?

Where did I go and who is this person that I am now?

Forever lost to the flames. Charred and ash. Someone new opens my door.

She is loving but on guard. Scathed but aware. Knowing and armed.

Awaiting your return.

Fearful yet fearless.

Waiting for time to whisper in my ear. For what I do next will be profound.