I have come to realise:

It was me.

All this time,

it was me.

Am I capable of love?

I had a good thing,

right there, in 

My hands.

And I…

I pushed it away. 

And yet I will

still have the 

Audacity to feel

Grief.

Over something I ruined.

But somehow…

ruining it was the 

Right thing to do.

I did it.

I saw it, and I…

I did what I could.

For me.

For her.

After the fire, life will spring from the Ashes.