It takes a moment to smile, and then a while to know you're good.

I feared so much when I heard the lies being told. I feared loss and being judged a coward. I feared the space in my apartment, the fridge, the empty bottle, my head.

Then a fine young woman with the softest kiss whispered, "Stop seeing yourself through your enemy's eyes; they are envious; all they are is a pack of curs -- critics, all wishing they could be like you. Don't worry about lies, if you know they're not true."

The fear is gone, the empty space has become a drink of confidence that comes off of me like sexsweat, and my voice now laughs in stadium-shivering chords.

I am now Crescendo!

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