B thr  m:

You may cry in the shower,

the droplets falling down.

Sympathy is what it seems,

but one can not be truly clean.
You try to brush,

the bristles scouring dark and deep.

It may be antiseptic for the outside,

but not the inner core.
You may use deodrant,

but bad memories may retain.

For it is only a mask,

To cover musk and pain.
The weighing scales,

Measure no mass of devotion.

For weight is only a physical measure,

No account of any emotion.
(Please do not copy or reproduce this poem without permission)

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There is a new creative writing competition on the theme of haiku:

It may be follow the normal syllable pattern 5 7 5 or traditional Japanese style. For assistance with this click here.

The competition will run up to the 10th of December and may follow any theme. The winner’s work will be published on my blog and I will link to them in all posts for a week.
To enter, either message me your entry using the contacts section or alternatively, email me: 
uponthehearth@gmail.com 
Thank you for taking part!

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