poem of the day: bathtub

The bathtub is my sanctuary. 

It’s seen me unleash all of my deepest, darkest secrets. 

My favorite place to find clarity. 

To ease my mind, to connect with spirit. 

To pray to the masses. 

And scream out to the void.

My bathtub has seen me cry tears so hard you would have thought my lover had died. 

Tears running down my face like a river, overflowing the tub and flooding the bathroom tile. 

Sometimes, I’ll hold my breath underwater.

To hear my ancestors a little louder. 

I’ve begged and pleaded to the universe to wash away my sorrow with the salt water I’ve been sitting in. 

And let it all leave my soul and return it to its sender again. 

Down the drain it goes, as an egg cleanse. 

My bathtub is my sanctuary. 

My bathtub is my best friend.