Wash Over Me
A Poem
I’ve been resisting the truth and hiding from it buried deep within the mental confines of this home There is no end in sight and my constant need to use that as a crutch is killing my creativity and slowly, it’s killing me
Dawn breaks, a new day to reconsider acceptance and bathe in awareness that all of this is outside of my control My four walls provide a barrier to the air, but not to my happiness
Today I want to let it rain inside of me, the tears of worry and the quicksand we are all sinking into I want to allow it to wash over me Each drop a new vow to be kind to myself and to accept the unacceptable because there is no other way to muddle through this time without allowing the raindrops to pour and cleanse us fresh and appreciate a new day
© Jonathan Greene 2020
If you liked this, you might like this as well:






