Crawling and clawing
Through the disgust.
Frantically searching for
The virtue I lost.
Naked and dirty,
Trying to stand.
Slipping and sliding,
Falling again.
Rinse me off
And wash me clean.
Scour my soul,
Scrub till it bleeds.
Grant me the strength,
To thrive on my own.
Help me believe,
I can make it alone.
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this is quite profound and beautiful my dear. thank you so much for sharing. I do love to read your poetry. the emotions scream to me...
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