Take It Poem by Aine Carroll

Take it
What you have left me with
Yourself hate became mine.
Take it back
Your guilt became mine
You can take it back
Your shamefulness became mine
take it back
Your anger became mine
take it back.
Because that's all you have done to me
take it, rape it, make it all your own.
I don't want your anger and your gall.
I've carried it for thirty years.
That's a burden and a chore.
You can take them all away
I don't need them anymore.
I've discovered something far more important.
Myself My Spirit My Core.