By Monica C. Voskamp
All them leeching me.
They kept draining, kept taking
Kept telling me what I could or could not be.
They drained the lifeblood from my soul.
Day after day, year after year
Till all that was left was
Nothing resembling beautiful.
They were everywhere I looked.
They were sucking, over taking all of me.
No matter my attempts to rid my body clean,
Those blasted suckers just dug deeper in me.
Leeches called greed, leeches called control,
Leaches called lust, fear, and all things awful.
I needed a tub full of salt.
Salt detaches leeches so I’m told.
I needed a tub full of magical substance
To soak away years of poison,
Poison that had seeped into my soul.
White healing salts.
Enveloping me, releasing all the black pieces.
This is my cleansing, my bath to release
All the filth that’s been covering me.
I let the past drain away, I watch the black slide off my body.
All its poison, all of its harm, I let it go.
I feel the salt overpower,
And a great weight falls off of me.
Shining in my present moment now.
I inhale this deep glory,
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤