I’m yearning for something I can’t reach. I feel myself lose balance. Trying to catch my footing as the air leaves my lungs quickly. How can I be drowning if I’m not even in water? I’m not waiving, I’m reaching for someone to pull me back up over the edge. Finality feels so real- it ebbs at my peace and turns into a nightmare. I think about everything I’ve ever loved and wonder why it feels so far away. Then I remember how guardian angels surround me- life before their departure feels so far away. How can I ever feel secure again when I was let loose for the wolves to find me? But, I bite back too. Maybe I’m the scariest thing in the darkness because I’ve seen sharp fangs glisten in the night. And if my limbs give out then I’ll stop reaching for every memory the world set on fire. I’ll dance in the ashes and come to peace with the dust that surrounds me. I’ll invite the wolves in and make a home with them, because maybe they’re just as lonely. -AMT. ©️