Powerless
POWERLESS
Cleansing my fridge -
Old , cold and unplugged - dead
White was its original color
Now stained with marks from the past
Nothing is forgotten, nothing is hidden
All decay is preserved in the cold
Each mark remains as it was
Nothing escapes my attention, my judgement
Take it apart, scour everything,
Put it back together, good as new.
Cleansing my soul is more difficult
Stains cannot be removed
All is preserved, exposed for judgement
Not in my power to renew it
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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