SB LACROIX

There are those of us, touched with fire; a fire that rages
within, threatening to destroy the very mind in which it
resides. It leaves behind a chaotic state of a whirling madness
which I have become the master of manipulating.

There are scars that will never fade, and memories that
will never free me. Then there is me, thriving despite it all,
because of it all. I will go where it takes me, and I’ll return as
I always do.

There are those of us, touched with fire, and it is a blessing
and a curse. It is not my choice, it is not my wish; it is my blood,
and it is touched with fire.

From my book: Shattered