Maybe; just maybe, life has a funny way of reflecting you.

Like a shattered mirror revealing yourself in every person you meet.

Life has a way of closing doors without goodbyes and opening them without hellos.

I know.

I lost myself, buried myself deep inside her. 

Told myself life would never see that raw wound again.

I shut them out, all of them.

I know I hurt them. 

I bled. I cried. I pleaded. Something in me broke. Humanity maybe. Sanity maybe.

Something broke.

I vowed to never reveal myself again.

I shed the tears of a lonely old Wolf, with scars like tiny tears.

Maybe the dark place I tried so hard to leave wasn't so bad.

Maybe not all love is toxic.

Maybe not every friendship leads to betrayal.

Maybe someone out there does love me.

Maybe I love them too.

Maybe life isn't so bad.

Maybe the wounds I thought I had, almost made me completely mad.

I'm glad that maybe; just maybe heartbreak, loss, grief and betrayal taught me ‘bout love, care and compassion all over again.

Here's to me ignoring the pain, shame, fame and everything else that connected me to that old game and starting all over again.

To the ones I love, I'm here to try again.