It would be so refreshing
to dust the corners
vacuum the rug of of it’s fuzz
sort through the drawers
deciding what to keep, what can be thrown away
to set shelves right
find the missing sock
and empty out the garbage bin
in my mind
I scrub and I scrub,
spending hours, days, weeks in the tub.
I’ve grown accustomed to the heat and the fog;
I’m physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally waterlogged.
The feel of the warm water encompasses you completely,
filling your entire soul with a burning fire.
As the peace and comfort within begins to grow,
you realize you are spotless, wholesome, clean, and pure.
the salt is everywhere
in my eyes
and mouth
and hair
I smell like the water
the sand
the birds
nature
Back to my beach house
I scrub
I drench
I disinfect
And watch the sun sink
in the waves
out of sight
I am clean
the lady next door
struggles with the fallen leaves.
he drops his big load,
strides forward with a smile
and takes her wire rake.
minutes pass, the leaves are bagged
and problems he bore
were blown away in the time
pestering no more
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Sleep never felt so good
and clothes never fit so perfect
as when you are clean.
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It would be so refreshing
to dust the corners
vacuum the rug of of it’s fuzz
sort through the drawers
deciding what to keep, what can be thrown away
to set shelves right
find the missing sock
and empty out the garbage bin
in my mind
Like or Dislike:
+1
I scrub and I scrub,
spending hours, days, weeks in the tub.
I’ve grown accustomed to the heat and the fog;
I’m physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally waterlogged.
Like or Dislike:
0
The feel of the warm water encompasses you completely,
filling your entire soul with a burning fire.
As the peace and comfort within begins to grow,
you realize you are spotless, wholesome, clean, and pure.
Like or Dislike:
0
Stop playing;
Just say it.
It’s time
To come clean.
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+1
the salt is everywhere
in my eyes
and mouth
and hair
I smell like the water
the sand
the birds
nature
Back to my beach house
I scrub
I drench
I disinfect
And watch the sun sink
in the waves
out of sight
I am clean
Like or Dislike:
0
the lady next door
struggles with the fallen leaves.
he drops his big load,
strides forward with a smile
and takes her wire rake.
minutes pass, the leaves are bagged
and problems he bore
were blown away in the time
pestering no more
Like or Dislike:
+4