Soul Surgery

There are so many pieces
I'd like to remove.

The ones that ache
like broken glass
embedded so long ago,
now worn at the edges;

but still able to make me
bleed.

There are parts I would remove
surgically, precisely
and tossing them in the salty water
I'd watch to see what ate them.

Would I smile then?
See a bright world
after my clouds are gone?

 I would probably
ignore the beauty,
the pain gone, the ecstasy unbalanced,
I would likely fall away.

Those pieces, that cut and tear
somehow come together;
To help make me a whole.

Author's Note

I considered dropping the w. I suppose the homophone is enough.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

You've said it all so beautifully. Life's experiences make us the person were are and will be. Get rid of the bad and you lose the good.
You have a wonderful talent.

[Mark]

Thank you so much. I'm glad you saw something in my work.

[Philip Muls]

I believe we put together an ego piece by piece, a character lie against dread, a denial of our mortality.

And indeed, decomposing that persona is equally dangerous as having none.

[Ruth]

Beautifully insightful piece...scars make us the person we are...important to remember that, I like this a lot :)

[paddy d daly]

The rough and tumble of life is stitched
so well together in your words.
Liked the title too...paddy.