It doesn’t easily die-
This monstrosity in my heart.
What I’ve stopped to nurture
Turned into an abomination instead-
And I could feel its frail beating,
Pulsating so weakly, so slowly,
But it’s there, as alive as I am.
I have let go,
But it’s clinging to me;
And every time I look within,
To watch it die and disappear,
It comes right at me,
Threatening to devour me whole.
And so I let it be-
In hopes that one day,
Without even noticing it,
The vibrations that prove of its existence,
Would finally, completely, fade away.