Introspection Dissection
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I awoke in horror
as I was under anesthetic
and meant to be unconscious.
I was a whirling floating spirit
flying over my own body.
I was in shock as I realized I was the surgeon
with scalpel and retractor in hand,
about to introspect and dissect
the faults and problems within my own inner self.
First, I spied the benign pile of regrets,
in the form of gall stones in the spleen and gall duct.
One wave of the zapper smashed my lingering regrets to sand.
Now they could no longer block my way of evicting
spleen and bile which clogged my life.
Secondly, I spied the grudges forming cataracts on the eyes.
My vision on crutches, clouded by grudges left unresolved.
Baring those grudges I had borne for so long
allowed me to forgive and forget their origin.
There is no point in letting old grudges cloud your vision.
Thirdly, I spied how unkempt and disheveled I looked.
My self-esteem needed a steam clean and shake up.
It was time I started looking after myself properly.
I got to work with a make-over to make
my self-image the best that it could be.
Hair cut, new clothes, new posture and gait
Topped off with a sunny smiling disposition
and joie de vivre glow and aura.
With that my introspection and dissection was complete.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017
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