Thank you, Bathtub.
You, porcelain capsule of daily baptism,
You, water filled sanctuary,
You, warmest hiding place.
Perhaps you are so comforting
Because of how closely
Your watery warmth
Resembles the womb.
Perhaps I revere you so
Because I can still fill you
When I am empty.
You still hold me
when I’m alone.
When I am shaking
From cold
Or underlying panic
You are always there,
Ready to embrace me.
When I am withered from the day
I can adorn you with candles
And turn off the light
And sit until I am replenished.
A place of ritual
On the full moon
Or the black moon
I step into you as I am
And emerge from you anew.
About the Creator
A.J.K.
Eclectic witch + wine professional living in the PNW. Published poet. Exercising my creative muscles here.
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Comments (1)
Ah! What a cozy poem! Great job! Good luck with the poetry challenge!