I spent my teenage years locked in my room
And did the same with all the men I loved.
I now face you alone outside the tomb.
As crippled, aging, weakened, and ungloved.
I have no adversary in this game,
Except myself and this shyer nature.
Dragging myself into minor small fame
Facing my life, trying not to say ‘grrrr.’
But that I am well, fat and once more writing
Proves that I have a will of pure hard steel.
I need be outside in the sun’s lighting.
Ready to hurt, think and to break the seal.
Of a life lost behind locked and closed doors.
And laugh as my newly freed spirit soars.