Hearing Lzzy Hale sing I am the Fire live was like hearing the internal dialogue that runs through my head every day.
I have a burning need to write, and a chilling fear of learning what truth lurking in the dark corners of my mind will be revealed.
I have long hair. Really long hair that I’m still letting grow.
When I was a teenager, I had long hair for one reason. I wanted to hide behind it. I needed a curtain between me and the world outside, so I could be invisible. I didn’t need Ally Sheedy in the Breakfast Club. That’s who I was.
I put a bright blue streak in it that mane, drawing attention to myself. Strangers compliment me on the blue. Because it belongs. I belong.
I wrote poetry as a teenager because I was desperate for approval from my peers, and that was the way to get it without having to fit in.
Now, I write things that I know some people will never read, and I don’t care. I write them because it burns inside me to do so. And in this moment, as I write these words, I am reminded again: I AM THE FIRE.