A Washing Poem by What Pours Out
A Washing
I come to stand
Under a torrent of water
So strong it brings me to my knees.
Under
Waves that lash
Against me and wash
Everything away;
No past
No name
No wrongs
No heartbreak
No lost loves
No nos that should have been yesses
No ayes that should have been nays
No lies
No tricks or games
Take even the joys
Until I
Am washed through
Until I step out
New
Completely new
And
Start
Again.
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