$CLOUT Poetry - Time to Wash Away
A poem showing how a new mindset can help us move past trauma.
It’s time to wash away
Both figuratively and literally
In hopes to shed the dirt
We no longer wish to carry
We wash away the old
The ways that no longer serve us
So we can emerge shiny and new
And juxtapose our united ageing
Time to wash away
Hardships unnumbered
Memories unwritten
And lives suspended through hiding
We wash away the toil
And strip away its power
Shower steam and water wakes us
Into those, we have become
Time to wash away our fear
That held us in the narrow
We allowed its frame to crush us
But now we can break its bones
Because we keep this ritual
Carry it proudly within our souls
We can make ourselves squeaky clean
To reflect what we have all washed away.
© Rambling Rose, 2020. All rights reserved.
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