Lemuria Farms
It all started after the last tower, built of what I held most dear to my heart, crumbled to the ground. The tower I had designed, tirelessly constructed, and lived in with three babies, after leaving an abusive marriage ten years ago, now ly in rubble all around me, and the worst part, I was alone. My babies were gone. My heart was gone. Its once steady beat was replaced with the sound of tears splashing in the flooded cavern where my heart once was, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever find, let alone put it back together again. All that surrounded me now was an inferno of flames, incinerating what crumbled pieces were left. Alone, desolate, and bleak, nothing but ashes and flames surrounded me. Like a zombie, I went through the motions, cry, eat, bathe, get dressed, try to figure out how to save my children, cry, sleep…I didn’t dare leave the pit of despair I had dug to protect myself from the fire. What if they came home while I was gone? What if I missed THE call telling me how to save them. Slowly after, what felt like a lifetime of days, hope began to return, and I wasn’t scared of the flames anymore. I realized they couldn’t hurt me; they were for me to protect me, my cocoon to protect me until I was ready, and then and only then did I begin to rise. The flames parted as I walked through the ashes of what was, And found what was meant to be. A few weeks later, I got my youngest daughter home! She was in bad shape, but I was ready and prepared to help heal her wounds while working to save my other two children. I was all fired up! Ready to redesign my life! Watch out, evil-doers; Bonnie 2.0 is here!
