I sit alone. Fiercely proud of where I am, the obstacles I have overcome, the challenges I have met. Some I have faced with help, but too many I have faced alone. Like a cherub meeting Satan face to face, toe to toe. Not quite a fair fight, a scrap to be sure. I’ve always come out of it alive, but, unscathed? No, I have my scars. Some visible and some hidden far from sight; I’m careful to keep those from view. Too many questions and my world might come unhinged. Still, I’m here. Alone, but proud of where I am and how far I’ve come.