it's not until
your soul is full
that it's finally light
enough to fly
and dance away
all the torment
and dolor
which you have amassed
in this
infamous life,
often at the whim or
displeasure
of others—only
this time,
when it dances, it
dances alone,
because it's been
blamed for so long, it's no
longer ashamed,
and it's finally
racked up enough practice
and poise
that it isn't afraid
to improvise.
