The Reawakening

~I opened the door....after too many years of self-imposed exile and solitary reflection. I believed I didn't need anyone, wouldn't entertain the idea of it. Love had become foreign to me. I didn't trust in it, couldn't put faith in it, even a child learns quickly to stay away from the flame. But the loneliness I felt......my God......the loneliness. It ate away at me, ever so slowly, until I was a shell of the woman I once knew. It overwhelmed me and undermined my very essence. But I was no longer a child and the flame, how it mesmerized and hypnotized. It enveloped me in its golden glow and the heat of it awakened within a passion that had been smoldering, buried under years of heartache and sorrow, patiently waiting for the breath of life to re-ignite the fire. Do I dare dream of love again when all I've known of love has been heartache and disappointment? Do I dare dream of the flames of passion burning like red hot embers deep within? Love and passion.......my soul cries for you, my heart yearns for you, my womanhood aches for you.......So I opened the door, after too many years of self-imposed exile and solitary reflection. I believed I didn't need anyone, wouldn't entertain the idea of it.....but I was wrong, so very, very wrong.~