• There is a nasty slow simmer in my heart and tears are banging on doors behind my eyes-begging-no demanding to be let free. My family has left me to fend for myself like a child in a forest full of rabid wolves. I run and scream in the dark, scratching and tearing back off trees, a rapid humming bird fighting for its life in my breast. I scream for a familiar face to save me but as with most nightmares- those most frightening when it is realized they are true- I am alone. The wolves are hot on my trail, gaining on me, I grow weak. Soon I can feel their sticky hot breath and the vibrations of their growls upon my flesh. I scream again for someone-anyone to save me. But no one comes to my rescue. Those fabled god-like parents are god-like indeed. Indifferent to my needs. I am left to defend myself against forces I am ill equipped to fight. The gods laugh in my face. I am alone, left to fight the wolves.