Thin skin

The only thing I knew as my ankles felt the wet, mourning hands of my heavy pain, beneath everything, a small part of me wanted to stay alive. There was a piece of my sore heart that yearned to remember what home felt like. I did not belong here in this darkness. If I didn't take this chance to learn who I was, who I could be, if I didn't choose to step forward, the haunting eyes chasing me I'd carry in my spine for the rest of my life. This answer, it's question lingered. Could I embrace what has hurt me most and let go of my hatred?

The woman on fire, she was so beautiful in my unyielding stare. The sheer panic in my eyes swallowed by contorting rings of liquified gold.

My answer? Yes. I was going home.