Water Cleanses
The grass between my toes,
arms tight, knees tucked.
My reflection, a horrid sight to see.
Pitiful puddle of loneliness and sorrow,
lacking all hope for a better tomorrow.
A greeting of wet chills,
meeting the very tip of my toe nails.
Awakening the truth out of me.
One step. Two steps. Waist fully submerged.
A feeling rushing through me, far beyond words.
Lying on a mattress of Indigo,
eyes intransigent from the stars
Smiling at me from up above.
I smile back, muscles loose and relaxed,
Forgetting all of which I thought I once lacked.
Floating in freedom and security,
happiness racing through my veins.
An unknown expanse of blue ridding me of my pains.
A new friend, a foundation for me when I’m down,
so thankful for my new AWESOME blue gown.
Without it I cannot breathe.
Without it I cannot see,
the AWESOME that lay within me.
My Awesome comes from it, a watery blue pit,
My friend. My rock. My cradle. My everything. My AWESOME!
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