I sit In The Bath Till The Water’s Like Me

I Sit In The Bath Till The Water’s Like Me

I sit in the bath till the water’s like me,

Cold and deep, holding stillness in place.

I sink without drama, without asking why,

Letting the surface close over my thoughts.

The room grows quiet in a way I can trust,

No voices reaching, no roles to perform.

The cold does not shock, it steadies my breath,

Reminds me I am still here, still intact.

I watch the steam fade from the edges of light,

Feel time loosen its grip on my skin.

This is where I stop trying to be warm,

And allow myself honesty instead.

The water knows nothing of who I was,

Only the weight I carry right now.

It does not judge the way I have changed,

It holds me exactly as I am.

In this depth I do not need answers,

Only the courage to remain.

When I rise, it will be on my terms,

Whole, quiet, and undeniably real.