Poetic Licence

The Water.

The Water.

 

The water gently flows

Slowly caresses your aching feet.

The chill runs up your legs.

Awakening your tired body.

 

Alertness sounds in your mind.

Calmness descends in the dark.

The weight becomes lighter.

Your thinking is clearer.

 

The water flows back and forth.

Nudging thoughts in your head.

With each gentle caress.

The past is eased away.

 

Your soul becomes lightened.

The heart has room to breathe.

Hope is slowly rekindled.

The eyes no longer cry.

 

After time the water recedes.

It’s done its job and cleansed.

Replaced despair with hope.

Brought you back from the dead.

 

Stand on your refreshed feet.

Feel like a young boy again.

As the water disappears.

Tomorrow now, holds no fears.

 

Tobani Jan 2025.