in every new morning
comes a chance to heal
under the warm glow of the sun;
turn your face to the sky
with eyes wide open to the light
and watch how to world keeps spinning
no matter all the pain it endures.
take the time to wash the memories off your skin, your hands, your clothes
until the only scent that remains is yours.
drown the pain under soap and ice water so cold your fingers turn blue;
to be cleansed can hurt, but the healing always comes after.