Warm and soft as I sit cushioned by the velvet.
I listen.
Quietly, she speaks…
I am afraid.
My breath fills my blood, and I sense peace is coming.

She sings songs of wonder and amazement…
But how?
The risk is too great.
Is it?
As the warmth of the fire covers my face,
It encompasses my flesh
Rolling, blazing, dancing.

My human form takes on a confused state of being.
Who is this woman in the reflection?
She is frightened, but in a new and profound way.
Could she be rejected by those closest to her?
Will he love her anyways? Support her dreams?
I am terrified.

He laughs in the face of my desire
To see the continuation of light in new faces.
He is only afraid.
Where are the answers?
So quickly they must come.

Sit.
Think.
Pray.
Dance…

Worth the risk to live? To be alive?