Always wanted to shout fire into this world. Find my own blood.
But could never cut from the life that keeps us. So I began to lose things.
God in the hollows, maybe.
Guess I had something to learn.
Was in that place three years alone.
After a time the walls start to fade. The ones that stand between you and the darkness.
You and the light.
When I got back some strength I was left with what is.
Sometimes it feels like freedom, other times like resignation.
The wooden core, fallen close to the coals. I’m reaching to steady it now.
That’s the man you’re meeting.
—Werrel