The fire surrounds me.

Night after night, the fire over takes me as I fall into it from the couch I fall asleep on. These nightmares quickly become what I can count on. In a home that I do not know. Living with strangers who don’t know the words to frog on a log. People who time me when I eat because I am annoyingly picky at what I want to put in my mouth.

Knowing these strangers think they are helping me and how grateful I should be to them. I wonder do they know that I am scared? How I am shaken to the core? Do they see me? I’ll never know.

My sister and I stay in a home that emotionally is no more comforting than the one they took us from. The time moves slow.

I look to my sister’s lead. But she handled things differently than me. Mischief was her game. Though, I would join at times, I never felt free.

And the fire comes every night. I am always falling into this fire. It is eagerly waiting for me. It’s long fingers stretching out to hold me. Yet, I always awaken before they cradle me.

And in the night, angels whisper to me. What they say I can’t quite understand. I just know that I feel love flowing through me. In a way that I can never understand. Love beats in every cell.

That is when I knew that I would be a love soldier.

I’ve had some great training in how life can often resemble hell. Love is the weapon out.

Much love to you other love soldiers out there. It’s awesome that you loved yourself free.

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