(75 words) 5 May 2018
By S.R.A. Markin
Why do they come back when you no longer need them?
I would have given anything to have been rescued, but no. I had to grow. I had to mature.
The old me didn’t drown or burn up releasing a Phoenix. The old me is just me now, with a couple more scars, more reminders on how to do things a little different.
I don’t like saying goodbye, especially doing it again.