I wrote this piece a little over a year ago, with this exact title - I couldn't chose between the two. I'd forgotten all about it and basically stumbled on it just now in a document, looking for something else entirely. It wasn't her time yet to be thrown out there, but I believe it's safe to say... now it is. With love, hope and rainbows, R. . . . I have a newfound fire in me one that is raging like a tempest and I am unsure of whether I am waves or wailing ship I only know

. . . Some days Oh. Some days. Some days, love, you need to fight grab your armor, dust it off pick up all the parts of you and go in for the kill. Some days you must not rest your head before your enemies will Some days you need to grit your teeth ward them off and stand your ground firmly push your luck and boundaries and not withdraw at any sound Some days you need to tear the flesh, lay bare the bones and shed the blood and stand from dusk till dawn Yes - (really?) S