Hemlocked Heart

A coward hides in places,
Lurking in folds in my brain

That hold your ancient image
Like a saint of intrusive grace

I cleaned out each gyri,
Drained liquid into jars

So I could face my fury
I held hatred at arm's length

If only, if oddly, inches removed
My obsession seems foolish

Release too long overdue, 
I smile, delighting in a clear view