Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Home

Home Following Inbox Notifications

Read

Read Lifted Feeds Hearted History My poems New poem

Explore

Explore Orbits Words Tags Classics

0

Stars

0

Embers

0

Alerts

0

Inbox

Vote

Home

Home Following Inbox Notifications

Read

Read Lifted Feeds Hearted History My poems New poem

Explore

Explore Orbits Words Tags Classics

0

Stars

0

Embers

0

Alerts

0

Inbox

Cleansing

A familiar warmth

washes over my skin.

My mind grows weary.

My soul stretched thin.

I feel heavier,

a certain kind of full.

A wholeness profound.

A cleansing of dull.

Under my skin

there burns a fire.

Embraced by its warmth,

I am lifted higher.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

American

Published: Jun 13, 2012
LinesWords: 1245

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell talon-1 how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork

Hello PoetryVoting