Daily Renewal

shower floor

My place of solace

Of reclaiming balance

No thoughts, just sensations

No room for self-doubt

With the heavy strokes of heat on my back

No time for misplaced anger

Feeling the soft patter of mist on my forehead

No place for imagined hurts

As my lungs fill with cleansing steam

My time, my time

My essence, substance, spirit

Christened, purged

Let it drain away

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