Smoke hangs low over the fire that takes its victims in an all-consuming blaze, breathing the oxygen we breathe but bringing devastation and destruction in its path. They say it paves the way for a new life, and while that may be true, the deserted homes and the broken hearts will never grow back the same. They say the past makes us stronger but isn’t that a little bit of a double edged sword that defends but destroys with a single strike. It gives and takes like the ebb and flow of life that my therapist tells me about but I don’t understand because the balance she describes, this reality of pushing and pulling is above me, beyond me as it all comes back to the fire that burns me and kills me and makes me new.
There are things I will never understand. The tides, the solar system, all wrapped around me but so big that it’s bigger than me, my world, my cage. But now I’m just rambling again and putting the periods in all the wrong places.