Cleaning Up My Aura
Time to make changes from a boring past
Cleaning Up My Aura
I binned the lies they left in me,
scraped off their names like rust.
Not chasing peace or balance now,
just clearing out the dust.
No sage or salt, just bin bags full
of stories that don’t fit.
I burned the script they handed me,
then walked away from it.
They called me wreckage, dead-end road,
a weight too big to bear.
I let them talk—I changed my locks
and left them standing there.
My aura’s not some glowing ring,
it’s silence after war.
It’s breathing through a clenched-up jaw
then kicking down the door.
They told me to be softer, small,
to take up half the space.
I stared them down, stood up full height,
then wiped them from my face.
I cleaned it all, the grit, the smear,
the guilt they tried to sell.
My aura’s clean, not pure or bright.
just mine, and mean as hell tonight.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
Awesome!!!
You go get 'em, girl - well done, lovely piece of self-reflection.
You got to be you on all accounts and be able to accept what you are and will become. Good job.
It's a fierce declaration of reclaiming yourself, shedding the weight of others’ expectations, and owning your space. Great job!
Phenomenal! Go Marie! 💪🏾🌸