Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. Kjv

When people usually say farewell, there is a hint of sadness that dwindles behind the scenes. I say farewell with so much joy to a part of me that I'll never miss.

The part of me that always made sure my ego was fed. The part that told me that I needed no one but myself. You were literally always there, it seemed, right before a misunderstanding and held my hand through the whole ordeal.

I won't miss the clingy companionship that I once thought was self-love. Loving the me that was a hinderance to my growth.

I could never really see past you, without thinking about myself. If it wasn't for the divine spirit within that stirred you up every time, I would have never acknowledged the problems you gave me. I would have never known that I wasn't really free.

The fabricated peace you gave never lasted long. Freedom is what I feel now that you're gone. Please don't come to visit, just the other day I saw you sneaking around in my yard.

Farewell pride, and take arrogance and ignorance with you. There is no more room for you in my life, I've given that space to joy and humility.