THAT PART OF ME

I understand part of me
Like glass in sand
Under my feet.
The painful glitches
dug in my soul
ruts in the muddy unknown.
Those parts not oiled
Not working right.
Those parts worn ragged
Some parts not light.

I want them extracted
torn from me.
I wish them weeded
To never seed.
I need the wind to pull them away
cast them into the darkness
Where I won't stray.

Alien, learned,
not of my heart
Claustrophobic
always trying to run.
Intolerant of this
Raging mark.

No longer let it grow
or thrive
No further keeping it alive
This part of me
I know and despise
This death I pray
to leave me good.
This Annihilation
A new part of me shall rise.

--Diva