By: Joy Ortiz
I dig deep
To chop the bitter root
Tendril by tendril,
Hacking away,
Loosening its hold
On my heart.
How obvious,
Tall and gangly,
Springing from my center,
The interloper:
Neglected garbage seed
Full grown.
Pull it out?
No.
Thicker than an arm
It stands
Testament.
Unforgiven.
Sucking life from my soil,
Ugly and obvious.
What now?
To cut and dig,
Pour salt into wounds,
Sweat and labor,
To remove
The resentment tree
Before it overshadows me
Completely.
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