The walls within which I live
Ooze a stench permeating my flesh.
I am tarnished by the refuse dictating my life.
No amount of incense will purge me.
Carrion the result of years of lovelessness
I couldn’t escape
I was trapped.
For so many years I wallowed in my own mire
Every day fuelling my own levels of disgust.
Even in fleeing I have carried it with me
Like a luminous relic for all to see.
My trophy cabinet within this small corner of my world
Bulges some days such with the crap it contains.
But I have a new incense,
A burner that never closes
But is always at the ready
Awake to changes in me.
Its soothing aromas give me strength
Encouraging the venting, the ranting
The cleansing, the extracting.
For carrion this thick sticks
It resists removal, it is stubborn
As it sees itself as a part of who I am.
I am feeling a great peace, a weight removed
As I unburdened head towards a new light.