Adele C. Geraghty (A.K.A). A. C. Geraghty
Cleansing - Poem by Adele C. Geraghty (A.K.A). A. C. Geraghty
Scouring on hands and knees,
watching the soapy puddles
reflections of hope gone,
in swirling eddies.
Canvassing the expanse of terra,
where your feet purged me from denial,
I could dream a merry future from a bruise;
turn a slap into a bright tomorrow.
But there is no blood to forward the delusion,
only stains I must remove,
before my epiphany becomes public,
my cleansing complete.
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