Surgery of the Soul

I walked into the operating room of my own interior

Nothing pretty, but I the potential

Room to grow, things to move around

The surgeon enters

He glows a little

Like God

He instructs me to lie down

So I lay, looking up at the murky caverns

That reside within the darkest places of my own self

Bit by bit the surgeon guts me of my insecurities

After hours of waiting the work is done

I look to my side and see the entrails of so much self-deprecation

Left on the operating table, I feel calm

Renewed

Like only the best parts of me have been left behind

He tells me I can leave

And I leave not as the person I arrived as

And I can't say I'm unhappy about that

There were so many cobwebs torn out of me

That I now feel physically lighter

Physically freer

I decide I won't let these demons build up anymore

I'll stay internally balanced

And the surgeon will fade from lack of necessity

Quietly, I exit the operating room

Saying goodbye to the sugeon

For the first and last time