Candlesticks

My silver is turning

Gold

It's starting to look

Old

And so I take out

The silver polish

So I can make

My candlesticks

Gleam

Shine

Sparkle.

I put on my gloves

Start scrubbing

Rubbing

Elbow grease

Eyebrows crease

In concentration

Determination

To get these candlesticks

To shine.

 

Isn't it interesting

I think

That I have to

Dirty

These candlesticks

In order to get them

To shine?

Can't I just use 

A little soap

In the hope

That they'll get

Clean?

The polish

With the sponge

And my rubbing

And scrubbing

Turn these gold looking

Sticks

Into a beauty

A silver

A color so clean

That it gleams

From all the pressure

From all the dirt

From all the suds

That are part of

This process.

 

I process

This

And I know

That it is all the dirt

All the work

All the pressure

The pain

The hardships

The scrubbing

And rubbing

The tough cleaning

Called Life

That make

My soul

My essence

The person

I will one day

Become

Shine

Gleam

Become clean.

 

I will endure

I will persevere

I will stay strong

So I can

Become stronger

Better

And shine

Brighter

Just like

My candlesticks.