tired.... but rising

It's been a rough few months, but I'm OK. The shadows tell me it's all my fault, that i should be used to this....but fuck that. I'm sick and tired of feeling like there's something wrong with me. I know my lot in this life is to take of of those who need me first, and then, and only then, will my happy come around. Maybe never, but that's OK. I'll make my fucking own. Inside, the rivers of blood and ink burn, I thought, to consume me. They we're only relighting the cold ashes and lighting the wings anew. To the music of a lone wolf's howl, a firebird takes to the sky. Flames low, feathers trailing only sparks, she rises. Ascend, baby, until your wings catch fire. Kiss the Moon as the soul wolf sings, and watch your fire light up your world. ......
I'm better off alone.