I sit and think with perfect and simple dignity now that I have been set free.

Poetic justice provides me with immense relief,
As it alleviates all restless torment and liberates
one from the senseless fears that linger obsolete,

I found outstanding relief in taking further actions
as if they were my last,

I found abounding relief as rage followed outrage,
I no longer stood aghast.

I had to lay aside all reckless sentiments,
the reluctant commands of reason,
and misgiving with the portion given to me in the past.

I must rise with confidence,
To face myself as fierce as a panther in triumph on lone paths.
It's not safe being separated from nature or without an involution by divine providence,
But before I could lead the orchestra within the mind,
I must first turn my back on the audience.


As my fears disappeared wholly like a blown-out flame,
I make way for the one,
The half-used candle that will set this whole world aflame.
All I fear destroyed all I feared.
Then,
I could see that I was capable...