As the hot water falls down onto me
I want to wash the layers away
Years of hurt and pain
Cling like dirt on my skin
I can scrub revealing a new fresh me
All clean and shiny
But some things are too ingrained
Can never be removed, they run too deep
Unclean water runs down the drain
Like peeling of an onion, it is never late to peel off the layers of pains, ugliness and unhappiness of the past. Who knows, the next layer might be the happiness you are searching for.
At least some of the hurt and pain washed down the drain. At lease some of the fresh clean water was used before it was wasted down the drain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another well written poem