The mist

I come to be resurrected in the mist,

Where warm sprinkles rinse my soul clean,

Drain the flow of my despondency

Embrace the waterfall of artificial rain pouring down

Pouring down, raining down on the abyss of my weakened flesh

Screeching out melodies of a rigid day, of a torturous past

Bringing forefront giggles and laughs of good old times that’s have sunken deep,

I came to be refresh, to exhale and inhale a new breath of steam that exhilarates me,

Heightens me to a new frequency of promises I wish to behold.

Rewire my mind to scribble the stories untold, unheard to heal the broken parts.

I came,….I came for the mist……but the shower will do

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