I have renovated in recent years -
breaking down the barriers that have kept me
isolated, tormented, frenzied, skittish
for so long.
I look back on the ache and hunger of longing
like a fond memory; the listlessness
escapes me now, dispersing like fog
beneath the rising sun.
I remember the glory of turmoil.
The brilliance of triumph.
They hang in the back of my throat
like old syllables I never let out and
have recklessly forgotten.