Cleanse

Falling through the abyssal space of my mind
I hear the ebb and flow of liquid thoughts,
The distant hum of worries.
I can feel the coolness of the water
Which keeps me afloat.
Keeps me calm.
Slowly waving my arms through the water,
I feel beautiful.
Guilt spills from my ears and into the wetness.
It flows away.
The sky tells me it will rain.
I do not listen.
I float.
Sprawled atop the water desires become easier to grasp.
Closer to reach.
I look to the sky and tell the clouds they will not ruin me.
The gray cannot accuse me,
But I cannot look them in the eye.
Out of the water the warm towel soaks away the last of my peace.
In my head I curse the return of Reality,
But I do not scare It away.
It weaves Its way around my conscience and squeezes.
The dryness returns Guilt to its rightful owner
With a cynical, but familiar, smile.
I return the favor with a long and heavy sigh.
The weight of my Decisions become manageable
In the comforting cradle of water,
But the gray nighttime clouds are unforgiving
And an empty bed won't let me forget...