POISON PURGE PART 1

This is an honest acknowledgment of my hypocrisy

An owning of my shadow-side Sherry

And a mourning of our past’s poison-perpetuating pathology

I’ve been talking the talk,

While hiding dark thoughts,

Strolling along with a stumbly walk

Through the fear

Towards the light

Learning to

Live out love with empathy

Took some bitchy bravado  to stand up to being controlled and commanded

Hard to find peace with poison so imbedded, its sickness persisted

Still, I exercised my right to choose what to believe and how to live

And struggled with Acceptance of myself and to give

I am still trying to be “good” and do it “right” like I “should”

Avoid being “bad” and doing it “wrong,” how “wicked would”

Desperate for reassurance that the choices I made were "correct"

Go over them with a guilt-toothed comb to inspect and dissect

See what others are up to and end up comparing our behavior

Which is better and who would be in God’s favor?

I’ve pondered what is the most productive, peaceful and perfect way,

To show that you really care and make every day Earth day?

Watch out, my goody-goody green wickedness is on the lose!

Don’t know about petroleum in plastic? I’m ready to accuse

We are so lazy and arrogantly hopped up on extreme convenience

Our ancestors would be embarrassed and we are f^@king over our descendants

Maria you are using too much water washing the dishes

To not use as little as possible is mean and malicious

You're a dumb-ass and left a light on you weren’t using

Fingers pointing everywhere, even myself I’m accusing

How shall we speak, express, share our thoughts, ideas, our Truth?

Not by using naughty words, like should, good, better, best, how uncouth!!

Everyone who cares about being compassionate should study Nonviolent Communication

Based on your words your head is inflated, you need to express yourself with more consideration

Why can’t we articulate with our words and celebrate individually

Comparing and contrasting is lazy and stupid, we all have equal Divinity

I can’t believe those fucking ads that prey on our insecurity

Point out 1500 details to determine if we’re pretty

F^@k em’! Don’t buy into their manipulating marketing

They want to control your dignity and keep you purchasing!

I firmly believe without a doubt that we are all Divine and Beautiful

I look like a decaying zombie warped with a weed whacker, I’m disgraceful

Whoa what is up with your hair? Looks like you haven’t slept in years!

How many rolls make up your gut!? STOP!! Whose are these fears?

I would think this could be rough reading.  My suggestion would be to recall judgments you have thought about others you would be mortified for them to ever know and imagine sharing them with those very same people! Thoughts like these have gone through my head and now I am writing them to fully own them as fear fueled poison which provoked error thinking. Sharing this is a way to accept and forgive these thoughts and to release them. And remember they are not my truth!