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The webpage presents a poem titled "Indelible" by Deborah Weir, which explores themes of pain, despondency, and the struggle for purification, alongside a collection of other poetic works by the same author.

Abstract

"Indelible," a poem by Deborah Weir, delves into the raw and visceral experience of enduring emotional pain that seems impossible to erase. The poem uses vivid imagery of water and its cleansing properties to symbolize the attempt to wash away inner turmoil and the futility of such efforts. It reflects on the inescapable nature of suffering, which clings like briars, and the despair that festers within. The author paints a picture of introspection leading to self-destruction, yet the act of letting one's hair down in the shower serves as a metaphor for vulnerability and the hope of renewal. Despite the plea for the water to take away the pain, the poem suggests that some experiences leave a permanent mark on the soul. The page also features links to other poetic works by Weir, inviting readers to explore more of her thematic explorations of emotion and connection.

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  • The poem conveys a sense of hopelessness in the face of emotional pain, suggesting that it is

POETRY

Indelible

Some things cannot be washed away

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Hedonistic indulgences of searing flows wasted on wretched numbness

Burn off the pain Scour to the bone

Inescapable briars growing around and bound tearing at my skin

Drown in the rain Run away from home

Intangible despondency festers and rots inside the void of the void

Pour down the drain Exist on your own

Malicious introspection submits to no solace in grave emptiness

Open the vein Die an unknown

I let my hair down and feel the water pour over me streams run from my crown across my cheek and fall off my lips trace down my neck around the curves of my spine and hips

I stare down at the drops collecting at my feet They hit hard and splash back up and softly land again finding each other and reforming as a whole chasing its tail around the drain and then quickly slipping in as if they were never here at all

Take it I beg the drain Wash it away and rinse me clean

© Deborah Weir 2021

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