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Feb 2015
Water pouring innocently
while soap melts within dissolving form,
hands and arms ***** and colored
need not,
to show,
self harm.
I don't have to be naked
to wash off my mess that reflects on my body.
Rubbing my hands together emphasizes
the replacing of my troubles with happy thoughts.
Splashing water on my face,
I look in the mirror and see a pretty girl.
She makes mistakes,
she paints the wrong picture.
She draws with markers on her arm.
Guilt
spreads down to her heart.
Washing with water and soap removes the
image of her current mistake.
Soap and water sink into the pores.
Away goes the color.
Washing away mistakes on the skin is as
letting go of the past.
Learn from it,
and be sure to keep it clean.
:)
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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