Seat of My Soul

Staunch pretense
Valiant utterance
Healing
Just a word
That never reached
My soul

I lost myself
Parts I will never
Be able to regain
I was grieving
But refused to
Attend that funeral

The groundwork was laid
Benefits I
Underpaid
More determined to 
Speed the process
Ignoring the signs of
Regress
Falling deeper and deeper
Into my own
Numb abyss

I nearly lost
Everything
Forced to sit in the
Center of it all
Hearing my own
Punishing
Damning
Inner voice
Echoing

That was the moment
I started to feel sorry
For myself
The exact same moment
I began to
Forgive myself
And true healing
Could begin.