A feeling within...

Too long has it really been,  
Poor burden in my heart,  
The mighty dance of macabre,  
I no longer need a part.  

All ties shall I henceforth cut,  
And bid my Soul be free,  
To fill my heart with hope again,  
Water this lovely tree.  

For love will truly blossom again,  
Happiness will indeed glow,  
All darkness will leave in its wake,  
Burst forth will life's sweet flow.  

But fearful will I always be,  
Quite mindful of the fact,  
Not be weak again or contended,  
Feeble to any devious act.  

Vulnerable and strike he will,  
And paint your failings, black  
Fear, he is a jealous lover  
And surely lure you back. 

(About getting rid of the unwanted element within... Fear)