And I was harrowed up in my mind

Great steel blades of remorse
Unceasingly shred my mind
Lifting into the light
The things I wanted to hide.
Earthy wormy black thoughts,
Carefully stowed underneath.
The smooth and jeweled tone
Of a manicured grassy green.
No more neatly buried
But exposed in ragged clods
Layed out indecently
Upon the tattered facade.
I must examine each
And break it my own hands
To form a fertile soil
Then neatly smooth my lands
This time I'll plant wisely
With thing that are good to eat
Never again ashamed
Of roots that lie underneath