We Spring Cleaning

Soak it up
Like a sponge.
But you keep squeezing,
And you wonder why
You drown in the tidal waves
You cannot control.

Clean it up
Like a mop.
But you made it snap,
Battered, worn and broken
You wonder why it hurts so
To keep a hold.

Cover it up
Like a dust sheet.
But you don't want to hide,
The holes, cuts and stains
You wonder why you do it
Ready to try again next year.

The End

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