Smoke is never good. It burns and chokes and blinds. It creates barriers. But it is also a warning, warner whoever is near that danger is approaching. Perhaps my smoke is trying to warn me, protect me, from what lies behind it. I am going to have burn, choke, cry and be blinded. I need to walk through the endless darkness that is smoke to get to the bottom of my pain. To get, no to take my strength and clarity back. Am I ready? Or better yet, do I have a choice?