An anniversary of destruction. So much hatred from lips, and so much that could never be fixed.

A fitting end, perhaps?  Such destruction created the monster that I now am, so perhaps it was for the best,  this monster is much more self-aware than it’s predecessor. Red fire burns, it always has.  I’m the only one standing to challenge it with no regard to being consumed.  Life has a way of creating new life after a violent storm, and I am that creation.  Thank you for destroying everything so that I became free to be all that I am today.