I had nothing to give. I was so broken and those that were there to receive something from me walked away because I was empty. I resented them at first. I cursed them. Some I even confronted. I begged the universe, God, to show me justice in the face of those who left me broken in a pile on the floor. Over time, I was grateful they had gone. My space was rubble. I found myself amid Ground zero. The place I always called home was no longer. Over time I realized, ground zero was okay. I stood among the rubble and at times it felt very overwhelming. How do I rebuild? Where do I begin? Other times, images or inspiration would come into my thoughts and slowly I began to dream again. I began to dream about the skyscraper I would build for myself. No more ransacked motels open for business for any passer- by. This oasis was going to be built for me this time. I craved something deeper….something lasting.. I finally began to know the difference very consciously about what real safety and security meant versus the delusion of it.