Today she bathed
In numbness
Counting numbers
On fingers and toes
Up half tiled walls
Tearing up at the confusion
Infusion
Of elements versus milieu
Of they said
She said
He thinks
Cannot catch a wink
Of sleep
So she bathed
Like a lion
Wet and heavy
Face drooping
Thirsty
But she is full
Of it all
And to withdraw
Would mean release
A monumental decrease
Of longing stares
At her,
By her,
Her shepherd
The one with the worry wrinkles
Dressed as resilience
Hoping, begging, praying
That she can lead her lamb to water
A sip
A soak
An inch
A mile.
To wash away all that numbness
Will take a while
but,
Today she bathed.
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