Exfoliate

Hurt clogs my pores,

it's time to scrub away the pain.

I scratch and rub and clean,

these holes must open and breath.

Cleaning and rinsing the hurt away,

water runs down my face.

Years and years of damage,

I must exfoliate.

Reviews

[DeerInHeadlights]

i love the rhythm here. if only we could wash it all away.. and come away looking so new.

[Dana Ferguson]

If only :) Thank you for stopping by :)

[Gee]

Hi,know so many folk that can relate to this.An enjoyable,well written poem

[Dana Ferguson]

Thank you so much :)

[alifeacoustic]

I like the way you have written this, can imagine the lines being spoken in between scrubbing the pain, hurt and damage away. That pain, hurt and damage can take many forms, which makes it both personal to you and personal to the reader too. Thank you for sharing. I really enjoyed this piece.

[Dana Ferguson]

Well I'm glad others can relate to it :) thank you for taking the time to read it :)

[alifeacoustic]

You're welcome.