As I write this ode
I try to scrub my mind pure
Of all those thoughts
All those thoughts which stay
No matter how much cleaner
I feel each day
Each day now I'm pleased
That toilets are not central
To my mental health
My mental health which
I take seriously now
And care for each day
Xxxxx
Linked up at real toads for the out of standard challenge.
5 comments:
Hiya, Emma. So sorry for delay in commenting. Ironcially, I had a long day at the office. I really appreciate what you have accomplished with this little write out. I enjoyed your words, relating to a job as a cleaner--or eek maybe caregiver/mother--and applied them to the quest to clean and tidy a cluttered mind. Very clever. Thanks so much for posting to the out of standard!!!
Emma, my first time at your blog, thanks to Real Toads! I can tell you did major cleaning at one time, and yes, that job is horrible.
I love how you took those words and applied them to your emotions, your daily self-care. I have manic depression and the time I take simply breathing, well, it's all healing. GREAT! Amy
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Oh, yes, if we could scrub our mental health as we once scrubbed floors, sinks, etc.
You've done a lovely job here, though, Emma.
K
(I just realized there are millions of people out there, probably none of them poets, who never think of mental health, their own or anyone else's.)
Like the others I enjoyed how you applied the cleaning words in this poem. This is a fun prompt.
Yes, if we could just scrub our mental health like we can scrub a floor...great job!
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