Not Enough Elbow Grease

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I wish I could take a rag

And wipe away the cobwebs of my past

Use a broom and dustpan

To sweep up fractured moments

Scrub brush in my hand

And I will wash away the painful bits left behind

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If only cleaning up the past were possible

I could have a fresh start today

Instead the ghosts still coat everything

With the shadows and grime of yesterday

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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sweep