Monday, January 18, 2010

scrubbing it off

dirt
filth
grime

scrubbing
it off
takes time

days
weeks
years

patience
work
tears

6 comments:

  1. Everything you say hits home!! Ur brave for being able to actually verbalize it!! Gluck and sending you HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Luv ya

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  2. Great poem. It is soooo true. I literally scrub my skin raw sometimes trying to get the grime of being touched off of my skin. It has taken years...

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  3. What a short, simple, POWERFUL and to-the-point poem. Thank you so much for sharing it with us, especially for The Blog Carnival Against Child Abuse. I'm so glad to see you posting. Maybe I was just having a dissociative moment, but I thought you weren't posting to your blog anymore. Glad to see you are!

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  4. hugs-thanks

    ivory-i'm sorry you can identify. (welcome to my blog, btw. never seen you 'round here before!)

    marj-thanks. i don't post as often as i used to, i've had a bit of writer's block. it's getting better though, and it's starting to come less from depression and more from a place of healing.

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  5. Coming from a place of healing is always a good place to be. Thanks for sharing. This is my first time here.

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  6. Wow! this poem bought tears to my eyes. So true. So well written. Thanks for posting

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