my eyes, weary from a night
of pouring gallons of my song through my eyelids
i see how fortunate i am to have someone love me
my nose, inflamed by the awful
stench of depression and agony
smells a fresh air of change
my ears, pounded deaf with drums of destruction
hear the sweet noise of a triumphant trumpet
my hands, having been bound by timidity
can now touch assertiveness
my mouth, which had an acrid taste
of disgust and failure
has tasted success
