(The Line)

And so it was that I returned on track, that I picked up the pieces of my defeated faith and singed ego,  and sat down at the blank page again to carry on. The day escaped me, the night raced in a blur of Story, I remembered again why I came and why I remained, I remembered there were words to say that have not yet been written and the job is mine to do it.

Another day of work came, of dear reunions and strong drinks; I sang through them all. In my chest beats a heart again, it has always been there but now it holds me to my promises, this is comforting. The Word whispers its secrets again. My skin tingles in magic.