Bubble Bath

Mon, 05/23/2016 - 01:14 -- kate_19

I pour my protectors in their home, they

Come alive bubbling in the hot sea.

The myriad of emotions astray

Pulled in the anxious capsules. I’m free!

 

Frustration entering aromas tokens

My mind turning tranquil; familiar caprice!

The allocated barrier opens

To finally grant immediate peace.

 

The black hole to the unknown becomes a friend

Removing negativities from my

Cleansed state.  Rejuvenated, I commend

Finally calmed, my soul as free as a butterfly

 

The hazards from the harsh world gone for now

Until I am haunted again, no more baths, I vow.

This poem is about: 
Me

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