Is this my new beginning, that point where old roads close and never drift again into the lane that I've now forged? Is this where the grand pedestal I've placed my independence upon finally stops quaking? I'm braver now than I ever was, though the fears still lurk in the darkened corners of night. I want, I need, I must, I will! I will, because they need me to. Because if I don't then there was no point in taking the risk.
"The smell of ink is intoxicating to me - others may have wine, but I have poetry." ~ Terri Guillemets