Getting Over Yourself by Jane Pujji

I need to die each day

in order to live it fully

No more dragging my heavy heart stone

out of bed each morning

Trudging through a sticky quagmire

of bitter resentment

Hauling and heaving my great boulders of blame

I want to die each day

Even through the agony of forgiveness

Even through the screaming voices demanding

that I hold on to my rightness

Even through the fear that I will lose

Even through the injustice of it not being fair

So I die each day

with a little more grace

with a little more style

with a little less struggle

than I did yesterday

And the fullness of life salutes me