If there something in your life
that hurts more than it helps,
that keeps you from yourself:
you must end it.
For years you told yourself it’s not that bad,
tolerated its intrusion,
found ways to coexist-
and so it persisted.
You felt you have control,
that you were winning the fight.
No need for a drastic overhaul,
why douse a candle flame with flood?
But time goes by and there it is,
only deeper now, more ensnared.
This stowaway has stolen years
and you have let it.
Do not tap timidly at its door
and request that it step aside.
It has shown you no such courtesy
and does not deserve your respect.
Are you afraid of becoming too cured?
Too healed? Too alive?
Or do you fear the sting of really trying
only to see you’re standing still?
It will take a running start.
Fly at it with all your might
Rip it, gouge it, tear it from your heart
Starve it of the lies its been feeding you
And don’t stop fighting.
Never stop fighting.
Even when it is just a sad memory
and you have regained your Self.
Already you have given far too much.
There will never be a better moment.
Over do it.