I Am a Wash Rag
Rung out
before you unfurl the rag
It's a muddled mess of colored cotton
It's just a mash in your wet
hands
In that moment it is nothing
crumpled nothing
But
Once unfurled it can again find purpose
be useful
an agent of change
with potential to bring in the light
Alter the view
remove the aged dust
That one rag can change things
Clean the room
Whipe away everything
One little crumpled rag can completely change
a room
and it can most definitely change you
Take a bath
Be a crumpled wet rag
and then
unfurl....see what you can do after the storm
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2023
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