Minds that can breathe fire are a hazard and a virtue. Fire burns me down and raises me up. Though I writhe at its touch, I cannot deny that what drives me away, has the power to retrieve me with the same force. Crushed by the weight of my own turbulence, the trigger snaps the door shut.


Instead of breaking, falling apart, something in me springs to life. To rebel against the crushing waves that push me into the deep. To drive away all threats. A show of power in a desperate moment.


How many times have I watched the sun slowly begin it’s crawl across the sky? How many times has the darkest night turned into a hopeful day?