The Sewer of the Soul

Emotions, a turbulent sea within

Overflowing like a toilet's spill

Regurgitated, digested refuge

A mess we wish we could refuse

 

Sewer of the soul, a dark place

Emptying into a pipe's grimy embrace

Unwanted debris in the bowl

Thrusting forth a sour smell of old

 

To the silver tongue, do not rush

For its throat may still be clogged

If you flush, there will only be a gush

Over the floor you just have mopped

 

The flood of feelings, like a river in flood

Rising, raging, a force to contend with

The overflow, a sight we wish to hide

But it cannot be denied, cannot be defied

 

So we face the mess, the turmoil within

Cleanse the soul, let the healing begin

For in the midst of the overflow, we find

A chance to release, to leave behind

 

The regurgitated, the digested refuge 

To let go of what we wish not to use

And in the end, a sense of relief

As we unclog the drain and find our peace. ("The Sewer of the Soul") by Courtney Weaver Jr.