Nothing

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