I gambled and lost.
For over two years, I laid engulfed in the searing flames of defeat.
Even now, long after the blaze is extinguished, the blistering lingers branded on my skin.
My competition thinks they can obliterate me. Shun me. Cast me into the shadows.
But a Phoenix always rises from the ashes…
It won’t be the siren with the determined eyes and unyielding stubbornness luring me from the darkness, because I control my own fate.
I drive my success the same way I drive my car.
I leave it all on the track—my blood, my sweat…even my soul.
With the intimate knowledge that every time may be the last.
I don’t care what she envisions for my comeback.
My resurrection is coming…
On my terms.