Beginning, Again

This isn’t about who comes next.
It’s about who I am
when I’m finally free
to choose from fullness,
not from fear.

I’ve been empty.
I’ve been burning.
I’ve been gone.

But now—
I am here.
With open palms,
a healed mouth,
and a hunger
for something soft
and real.

This isn’t a return to love.
It’s a return to me.

And anything that finds me here
will be lucky
to meet me.