Cleansing a Cleansing Sponge

I soak up water, then I drip with wine
I soak up smoke, then you breathe, its fine
I soak up hurt, then I drip laughter and smile
I soak nerves, you squeeze, and down your arm ooze calm

Then I get dirty, and start to ooze the reverse
while I still try to reverse
the things in reverse
Fed up, then soaked up words, that bled into verse

Now God must wash what my pores have kept with it;
soul was blackened with
The loss of two, is what I wash it with
It pains, it burns as boiling water is washing it
I cling to God, Or else I’ll be washed with it

I pray for better days
Days I can drip good again
and in my rearview, be glad this was me
But now it hurts, as God is purging me
Renewing: getting a cleansing sponge dirt free