Your Gift to Yourself

Clean house, it's the best gift you can give yourself.

Your Gift to Yourself

It's not far down to the muck

the bulbous and ugly feelings

Remorse, Guilt and Shame

they are a river, dark and foreboding

just under the dermis of our conscious mind

three musketeers of the psyche.

Prick the skin and the three musketeers

they rise and run like a derrick

you spew your words, forced by natural forces

but born of your derision

that controllable gate of thought process

that we "hear" in our head

but suddenly can't control 

they find daylight and wing and whinge themselves

out of the mind, into the air, propelled at a the target

the prick-ee or whatever suitable warm blooded creature

or inanimate object that is near.

Like life, this cycle feeds the three musketeers

gives the flow more power

till you are pricked yet again

and the vitriol spews again.

The river can be stemmed

the tide turned,

three musketeers stabbed through the heart.

Trudging deep, looking at self

hideous and horrible is the mirror image

but with courage we can face it

look ourselves in the eye

you know their your eyes

don't you ?

The pit is full of dung

effervescence almost overwhelming

but if you breath slow and easy

the smell dissipates and you can start shoveling

over the side of the ship

into the waters of nothing, still behind but sinking

the hurt, resentment and shame

the urchins of the sea of nothing

will feed on and dissolve those.

Steady the pace, don't look away from the mirror

it's your eyes that you are cleaning from behind

the light will disinfect once the room of our minds is cleaned

leaving a glint and shine around your pupil.

It's easier said than done but the process of removing the Self

from the self, is the greatest Gift one can give oneself.