I threw it away.
Because it hindered me,
plagued me with inadequacy,
forced me to live with it
stamped to my forehead,
tattooed on my wrist
like a slit across my vein.

I banished it.
from my meaningless life,
divorced it,
like a cheating wife,
stomped it in
a bed of clay,
returned it to it’s origins.

I’m free from it!
This ruthless rage inside,
unfortunately it never died.
It’s merely resting
its ugly head on my breast.
I dig through the trash
for the thing I detest.

I recycled it.
welcomed its return
to the place in my heart
where it stings and burns.
Offering shelter
to my worst enemy.
Digging through the trash
for the worthless part of me.