Poetry: ..Leech Free..

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Leeches.

All them leeching me.

They kept draining, kept taking

Kept telling me what I could or could not be.

 

Leeches.

They drained the lifeblood from my soul.

Day after day, year after year

Till all that was left was

Nothing resembling beautiful.

 

Leeches.

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.

 

Salt.

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.

 

I’m anew,

Stunningly clean,

Shining in my present moment now.

I inhale this deep glory,

Leech free.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

 

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