You didn’t have to.
You could have watched me stay, because I believed I had to. Watched me struggle, because I felt I had no choice. Watched me stop dreaming, because I had stopped believing.
You could have watched until the fire in my eyes dimmed, starved of all hope, trust, belief.
But, you didn’t, because you knew –
it’s the fire, which makes me, keeps me, sustains me.
Dear Self, I thank you for the rescue.