Embers
My first love was a wildfire. It was a blazing inferno that couldn't be contained. It consumed me, and enveloped me in a wave of such longing. It was beautiful, tragic, and devastating. As a young adult, it's hard to see warning signs, or "red flags" as we call them now. I would do anything to keep the fire burning. I would say anything, or be anyone to keep the flames high, and bright. However, as anyone will tell you, eventually the wildfire will be contained. There may be several miles of devastation and destruction, but it will go out. As I aged, I started to see how damaging the love was. I started to see that the powerful love I once felt, changed into resentment. I resented who I was, the bridges I had burned, and the constant control and manipulation. I finally felt like the heat was too much, and I needed escape. It was hard to breathe, and I was choking on the smoke I used to inhale. My eyes opened to the charred mess that was my life, and the prison I was trapped in. I was surrounded, and I needed to find my way out.
