Poem “Washed Clean”

Misty misty hills
Grey and low
Dull the edges
of my eyes
Soften the sharpness
in my mind
The coolness fills
me up again
Sparks
Me to create
Again
 .
Slowly the mist
begins to lift the
Fog
that settles in my
Mind
When I stop creating the
beauty I see around me
Stop
expressing the 
beauty I see inside
 .
Awed at the nature
I feel all around me
Every speck of beauty
Glistens inside
Wonderous
Spectacular
A newness I feel every
Day
 .
Remember to keep
This beauty
Awake
Do not let it go 
To
Sleep
Creation Nature
Air
Breath
Stirs something
Deep inside I
can’t describe
Fulfills me in ways
I usually
Hide away
 .
Triggers of shame
float on the edges
like a cat licking
their fur
over and over again
until it
Feels
Clean
Washed clean
with the
Rain
Harini ( Heather Goss ) © 2015

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