seeking cleansing
for
a truer
joyful
self
she visited
the hill
hearing
that
a chance existed
to
find tenderness
and heal
the hole
that bore
deeply
into her being
she dropped
to her knees
despairing to find
only after
dipping into the
waters
following the
moistening of lips
no truth
behind the promise
little hope
for a cleansed spirit
only stagnant water
and
a poisoned well
2 comments:
and then she drank from that well...death, rebirth, magic.
Variations on a theme. More water poems to come?
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