I believed I was cursed, haunted by a malevolence unknown. An ineffable entity who loved nothing more than to watch me suffer. Despite the lack of understanding, this creature lurking inside my mind's chambers and off-limit corridors, I tried to control it. Imagine putting chains around the sky trying to keep it from being present. You cannot hold back what yearns to be known. This is the poetry sparked by a wildfire rebellion. My 30-something Pheonix Rising.