Wash Anew

Washing away
The dirt and decay,
to replenish,
After all that has accumulated
Of stresses, of strife,
Of blood and tears
Wash, clean the soul,
To see better,
feel it anew
To find beneath
The real you

Bouquet

July 11, 2017

Starting  over,
Picking pieces
To put together
A bouquet
Of my own

Independence is fragrant  
With excitement
and trepidation  

But this is my own
And I  will  own
this arrangement
As one picked
by and for
All that is essential
to me