.fire.

I found my fire again. It died down to coals for awhile.

I was tired of fighting -
of speaking up -
I didn't feel safe to continue to put myself out there.

I just said ok, yes, that's fine...
well-behaved.

But I found my fire again. I can feel it. I know it.

I can't go back to where I came from, you never can - or at least in the same way. There's too much to be said, too much awareness to not move forward -to continue to seek.