Cleansing Poem by Claire Abbott

Cleansing. You from my mind, from my body, from my life.
Returning all your belongings.
You said to sell them and keep the money.
Why would I want that, means being linked to you.
So I'm cleaning, removing, destroying.
You are no longer part of my life,
No longer part of who or what I am.
I have made something of myself,
I have a new life, a good life, I have achieved that on my own.
I never needed you, just thought I did. But now I know I don't.
So expect a parcel in the post,
Shows its really over when I look and remember,
But the feeling is just emptiness, not even sadness or anger anymore!