The tub fills with water.
I long for it to be full.
.
The sound of rippling water,
Hypnotizes my brain.
.
One foot in water,
One foot neglected.
.
Rest of the body in,
Relaxation at last.
.
The water washes over my body,
And cleanses both skin and soul.
.
The warmth wraps me in a hug,
Making me forget the cold world.
.
The wetness of my hair.
Moves down my spine.
.
I sink beneath the surface.
The water erases the pain.
.
Noise of the world erased,
With silence replaced.
.
Thoughts dissolve,
Emptiness for the brain.
.
Without a thought,
Peace abounds.
.
I am reborn.
Happiness found me.
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Rebecca Keene
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