welcome home

i drank

the sickness of pain.

swollen veins pushing

overflow.

today

i could drink no more

and the glutton died.

suddenly there is space.

pain, like ashes, dried up

taken by wind.

the corset loosened.

suddenly, there is room.

to breathe in newness,

hope.

i am fresh,

and have finally

found it again:

my happy.