The pain and fears become familiar and slowly loosen their grip. No longer an unknown, nor a thing to flee. I stood and watched as the flame consumed me, let it burn through the whole of me. To the damn bone. Courage over comfort. Because it scared me to the very ends of me, pushed me out of the familiar. Brought me toe-to-toe with every boss in the game.
And now, I ain't afraid. Of you, of being without you. Fuck it all, anyway. My worst fears were and are here, already passed me by. Yet, still I rise. Like Ms. Angelou.
Glad I've got me. Glad to be steadied in how I've conducted myself. The only regret I have is not standing up sooner, not realizing it was fair to demand more. Now I know. Now I do.
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