Don’t Let the Door Hit You, Anger

A poem for letting go

You thought you were helping me keeping me determined providing an edge

But all along you were eating away weakening my ability to handle my existence

You are a flimsy foundation on which no positivity can be built while negativity can lay bricks easily

You thought you were freeing me motivating me to be strong but I felt like a trapped frail little boy

Too stubborn to let me acknowledge that I do all I can within my control and to move on

Instead you grabbed a comfy seat and popcorn watched as I destroyed myself for an entire year

You just couldn’t let up tag-teamed against me with cynicism landed me in the E.R.

Now I’m on the mend You’ve forced me to work at letting you go

There’s much damage control to be done The rumination you’ve instilled Many walls to be broken through with time

You were promoting self-deprivation Relentless pressure and tough-love kept me from much-needed self-love

It’s time for you to uproot for you to move on I can’t let you stay any longer

I know I can’t keep you from visiting but I can accept that arrangement Acceptance is a habit I must reacquaint myself with

Find Michael Centrone’s debut poetry collection, ‘How Much is Self-Worth?: Ruminations of a Rented Slave’, on Amazon. Feel free to follow him on Instagram. Stay powerful!

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