It started with a spark.

The spark ignited a flame. A flame that represented my desire to change my life. But, the flame became a forest fire. A fire that started burning out of control.

I refused to be consumed by the fire. Instead, I found oxygen in my words. Each letter, each word, each poem, a breath of fresh air. Each tear from my face a drop to put out the flames.

Finally, the fire is under control. However, the ashes still remain. They are a reminder of my past. They are my memories - written amongst my tears.