...feeling my way in this emotional combustion I struggle to fight the fires!

...and done with that I scrape my ugly face along my personal creeps and danger was left behind.

I am so exposed now with no escape no comfort....

it's dark and dirty now underneath my reasons to live

and I must re-organise and adopt a creature within me... one that decides to breath....

one that can forget....

and the fight was not unseen and the prize is the urgency

and the spirit that is left enlivens me...