A Drink of The Lake

it tastes like freedom

Photo by Chaz McGregor on Unsplash

Leaning to the lake,
I take a drink.
The freshwater cleanses my soul
From all the travesties I endured
The water flows down my body and into my soul
It takes over my creation and spills into my imagination
No longer am I plagued by past memories
that suffocated me with sorrow
No, the lake purifies me and fills me with abundance,
Replacing the feelings of lack that once swept into my psyche…