Healing Waters
Behold what the cauldron conjures,
a bubbling lilac, a pungent steam,
a dip for rejuvenation,
petals for the pretty girls,
potions aplenty to tame
what has become unruly,
submerge yourself amongst aromas,
dizzying,
for fragrance soothes what ails,
and time itself shall stop
when bare skin meets waters edge,
and in the silence
shall ripples echo,
drowning that which is insincere,
that which is insecure,
and rebirthed you shall be,
imperfections draining into the swirl,
the basin empties,
you are whole again.
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I wrote this poem about my bathtub.
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