The other stuff was easy in comparison
things just got a little harder;
another week of sacrificing my repentance
at an Altar and
I guess I'm somewhat jarred, my vision
somewhat marred
but I love Him
I'm persistent
I'm barreling and jumping
over these impediments
because they try to keep us separated;
The physical material I handed off to burn
Thinking I could hold this down no problem unconcerned;
but now it comes down to the nitty
saying things so gritty
really feeling inconsistent
when reality sets in
and now my flesh decides to rear its head
its not like I can stuff it in a coffin
or prevent it
from appearing
in my mind because it is a part of me and I a part of it.
We know He is the Doctor but this incision being made
is not done with great precision
its like skin is being ripped
out with the flesh that lays beneath it
and instead of healing properly it gets somewhat infected
and I'm clenching up my fingertips and screaming
'go ahead God, take it!'
But its bittersweet goodbye
as I part with yet another piece of I
And I know I'm that much better off without it in my life