State of the Art

Today, I poured out the content of my heart. I emptied the past and threw out the weak part. I tore up anger, bitterness and hate shredding all parts that belittle and berate. I patched up compassion, empathy and love; sealed in benevolence I was empty of. Arrogance I once paraded with pride, lain to rest with deception; side-by-side. Ego and vanity were torn into bits. Righteousness and purity were made to fit. Crumbled and tossed, revenge and ill will. Pieced back together was friendship and goodwill. When I was finished, I knew that my heart, a complex organ, was now state of the art.