Dear reader,
I have hope.
I found it buried
beneath ashes
I had made.

I'm okay now.

I once burned
the bridges
that kept me sane
but I've rebuilt them
and crossed them.

I am safe now.

I neglected
to tell you
what I had done
and how it felt
to be freed.

I am freed now.

Come with me
cross that bridge
and find a way
to be okay,
to fly.

Come fly with me.