I jumped into the deep end.
Untouchable; beautiful & naïve.
My confidence spewed through the roof like lava from a volcano.
The ash cloud began to fall.
The dust covered me.
I was buried.
I dug my own grave.
The world failed me.
No….
I failed myself.
No….
I survived, pulled from dust & ash.
Crawling, I gasped for breath.
Humbled so deeply the tears wouldn’t come.
The hand that grasped mine, pulled me to my feet.
Relearning to walk, I step forward.
Broken.
No….
Wiser.
I faced down my enemy.
The lake beside me washed me clean.
I breathed in the scent of pine.
I am home.
