A treacherous hurricane, spiraling out of control. A fire, alive with light, burning too bright. A blur of making the impossible, possible. a haze of anxiety, dead on my feet. Worries on my pillow, expectations to meet. My mind, teeming with images of my impending calamity. My heart, gripped in an iron vice. I was planning an escape route, to find serenity, to leave the chaos. Then one day. I stopped. I walked away. From something never meant for me. I locked the door. Stored the memories as lessons. I smiled, I am free. I threw the key into the flames. I was no longer a slave to the wrong choices I had made. The biggest lesson I learned. The words I etch into my skin like a tattoo. I can do anything. But not everything - EJ ©Emma-Jane Barlow, all words are my own.