the sun is reaching out her rays;
they pierce through the barrier
that divides insanity from tranquility
and shine brighter and brighter until
suddenly, i am lifted from the depths
of my comfort.

my hair is dancing underwater;
as soon as i break surface it knots on my back
like the braids my mother twisted
when i was a child (so innocent
and withdrawn from harsh reality).

childhood was a gift that i did not learn to cherish.
since i was young i knew of the therapy of water;
how you heal a burn by running it under the faucet
or how summer days beckoned a thirst
only it could satisfy.

so then, when i dove into the pool,
life cascading around me with injuries
i could not heal with a dab of a wet cloth,
how could i have known
it would not fix my existence in the same way?

the bottom of the pool tastes like relief
and broken memories, the water is seeping
into my soul to heal the wreck i've caused.
as the liquid fills my lungs
i am resurrected by the sun;
the hammock of her rays assures me that
i will forever be healed.