Solidarity
To be comfortable we have to look within and without.
First foot
Both feet.
Hands,
Arms,
Body.
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Steamy
Clear,
And serene.
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Each drop,
Stream,
Trickle of heated
Water.
The place of relaxation.
~
Strong scents of sweet
strawberry soap,
Washes all my worries away.
And monsters who impose my thoughts
Are frightened with aroused tranquillity.
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Mixed feelings.
My mind clears,
Muscles relax,
And tension frees my mind.
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Cleaned and cleared
Damp and warm.
Tiles ridged and rough.
I am comforted.
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I am me,
Naked,
Bare,
And free.
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No one can touch me.
As comfort wraps my body
in a warm welcomed embrace.
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Comforted by water
that burns at the first touch.
A place for solitude.
And solitude it will always be.
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Solitude for the mind
Fueling creativity.
A place where eyes close
And thoughts will always wander.
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Wander I will let them.
Travel they will go.
And comforted I will be.
About the Creator
Aasha Bianchini
Avid reader, writer, and lover of all things classical.
When I'm not navigating the rigors of high school, you'll find me tapping away at my keyboard creating characters for my first novel, whilst listening to Tchaikovsky or Shostakovich.
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I absolutely love this poem. It is so beautiful written and tells a wonderful story about what is comforting. Thank you so much for writing this. I love how you write in a unique way, which makes every word feel magical somehow. I can’t wait for more stories and poems you write next.