Cleaning (A "Twentet" of a Thought)

AuburnScribbler

He tried to wash away,

But the stain remained,

Like it was part of him,

But he scrubbed as if he

Didn’t want to own it,

Though in iron clad

Stubbornness, the bad thing,

Clung on, like a desperate

Child does to an unready parent,

“I don’t want this,

I don’t need this!”

He screamed inside,

With red face, with his synapses

Red raw, like the chronic inflammation

Of eczema, his cleansing rubbing

Frantic, as the tick, tock,

Tick, tock of the clock asked

Him this double question:

“Which identity will you choose?

Which identity will you lose?”     

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2020 08:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: During the quarantine period of the pandemic, all of us would have had a lot more free time on our hands (and it would seem we will do again, as of this Thursday in the UK, as we enter a second quarantine), anyway, the result of this is that new hobbies and pastimes were found, but obviously some of us used that time to do something more productive, and one of those things was to clean. Cleaning can either be putting stuff away, or selling some unwanted stuff on Ebay, but what about "internal cleaning", changing your lifestyle, or perhaps choosing a more healthier way of conduct or clarifying your identity. This poem is about a man on the cusp of deciding to do just that. I hope you enjoy and take something from this, and please do take care.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Thought provoking write Ben.

    We all ask these questions of our selves but in my case I found the place within me many years ago and apart from the occasional 'tweak' I am happy in my own mind.

    Andy

    • AuburnScribbler

      It's a real gift to the self, to feel happy and safe in your own mind, and it's incredibly important to hold on to that, especially now, with a second quarantine looming, as for some, isolation can obviously lead to heightened anxiety and depression, but the fact that we can talk, or write about these certain problems, is a step towards owning these synaptic gremlins.

      Glad to hear that you're happy regarding this, I feel as if I'm nearly there, but not there yet.

      Thanks for the read and take care,

      Ben.



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