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.
Liberating. Blogs are a great concept.