serenity-poetry

Cleansing Myself Of You

I’ll wash away the remnants of you,

The way rain revitalises grass after drought. 

I’ll scrub away your residue,

Then bathe in holy water, until I’m free of doubt. 

I will be cleansed of your sins,

I’ll smell like roses and cream.

A new phase of my life begins,

A new phase where I can dream.