Stains of the Day
How all of drama wear us down.
The stains of the day, oh how they cling. Seeking to control and direct me on paths that I may not want to take. Pulling and pushing, digging deeply into my conscious to sway my thoughts. Stealing from the positive to feed the negative. Leave me to choose, not forcing me to decide in an irrational onset of unguided emotions.
Angry for this minute, tired of that moment. Please me for a second only to disappoint me the next. These stains, why must they persist? Allow me to sanctify my spirit, disinfect my body and decontaminate my mind. This whole day I have worn you begrudgingly, pleading for mercy.
Only for you to laugh at my supplications, sneering with your malignant tactics. End of this day, I will drop you at my doorstep, not welcoming you any further. I offer you no further free rides, revoking your access to be a commuter on the train of my life. Removing your dirt and grime as I wash your stink away. Your access has been terminated. I reclaim that which is mine. My day, this day and every day forward.
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Danna Shanklin
Writing is my space to release all that I've experienced, good bad or indifferent.
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