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Washed away

A Poetic Journey of Cleansing and Renewal

By T. E. DoorPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

Running water,

you fill me.

Filled up sudsy,

no cup, dip me.

What a rush, anxiety,

calm the storm, all sobriety.

Drip like rain, cleans my pain,

feel the motion deep, no ocean,

just me soul fishing, drowning in

my hopes and wishing.

Save me like a blessing,

Calm me before testing.

Clearwater, made dirty.

Clearwater, not bubbling,

the dirt which I’ve grown from,

running water all done.

soaked, relaxed, and washed,

I have become.

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About the Creator

T. E. Door

I’m a raw, introspective writer blending storytelling, poetry, and persuasion to capture love, pain, resilience, and justice. My words are lyrical yet powerful, to provoke thought, spark change, and leave a lasting impact.

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