mixed emotions
tossed
and turned
churning
up from the depths
deeply seeded
with a certain need
to purge
leaving
the scraps
of unpleasantness
upon a worn shore

letting
the pounding waves
beat the hell
out of the waste and oddments
dragging
the fragments
back into the surf
drenching them
till their weight
sinks and drowns
the last remnants of pain

so
one may regain
that strength
that prowess
that clarity

that no harsh
or battering wave
could ever
wash away