Take a deep breath and wash it down. Let the cool freshness fill the nose. It waves through skin, enough to drown. Gentle bathwater, wiggle toes. As it falls, smiling like a clown, feel still. The light, it grows & grows.

Take a deep breath and wash it down. Let the cool freshness fill the nose. It waves through skin, en...

Sunday morning A poem about those dark feelings that try to take over and how I try to fight them. 
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