When it became
Nothing—
An amused recognition
Upon noticing that
The anger
The shame
The embarrassment
Even the loss
And all the mourning
Had transformed
Themselves into
… nothing
At least not anything
Recognizable
Even complaint
And bemoaning of
Seven years
No, not lost
They became
Part of this
Internal construction
The project of
Creating “me”
From tragedies
And traumas
Just as much
As through joys
And successes
And to a poet
How much sweeter
The tale
When from the
Wreckage
Is built the
Shining tower
Look
This is how one makes
Something from
Nothing
