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
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
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sweep
8 thoughts on “Not Enough Elbow Grease”
Something most of us wish we could do. But unfortunately, life has no redo button. A beautiful, poignant poem.
You’re welcome my dear friend
Very powerful piece. It’s a sad reality. We can’t undo what’s happened.
True, thank you!
Back to writing! Nice one Leigha!
Thank you very much!