Remember when
You rejected it—
all the anxiety
and worry
and hurt
and dissatisfaction
and rage
and haunting—
You rejected it
screamed
and cried
and yelled it away, and it worked—
but, the cleansing isn't done.
Cleansing, catharsis, clarify
purify, clean and jerk
it's work, I know—
I know, when I say so, but
"No", You say, I don't;
but I have been here and
I have been there—
Reject it,
eject it,
pull the fucker by it's forsaken roots
and tell it
You are
Not
It's
Slave.
Rise Victorious from the ashes,
glorious to behold, be held
Be Healed.
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