Tomorrow Washes Me Clean

Sunday Scribbling prompt #232 : Clean

I’m willing, I’m lazy
I’m just a little crazy
I’m trying to see
what it’s all about

I’m wiser and older
I’m just a little colder
I’m like a kid filled
with self doubt

Hold on
Clouds roll in
Rain washes me clean
Hold on
All that was barren’s
now green

I don’t have the answers
Not even sure it matters
I Wish I could just
figure it all out

I’m happy then I’m crying
I’m very good at whining
Can’t seem to stay on a
straight and steady route

Hold on
Clouds roll in
Rain washes me clean
Hold on
All that was barren’s
now green
Hold on
See what a
new day will bring
tomorrow comes
and washes me clean

17 thoughts on “Tomorrow Washes Me Clean

  1. Jae Rose

    I love your use of repetition in this poem Dee..it really added to the feeling of keeping going. I also love the image of being washed clean by the rain and then being able to try again..great stuff..Jae πŸ™‚

  2. anno

    Sounds like an old-time gospel hymns … felt like I could hear you strumming a guitar, humming a tune as you wrote this. Sure you don’t sideline as a songwriter?

    1. Dee

      thank you and I wish – I was determined to learn to play guitar this summer. Barely got started. Turns out I have wimpy fingers….

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