“The Haven”

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Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Autoimmune, Fibromyalgia, Poem, Poetry, spoonie, stress, swimming, writing

“Sitting under a warm towel; it comforts me like the warm sun and sand at the beach.

The clouds pass thru the reflection of the great windows, are they mocking me?

Long legs are everywhere, and mine are stuck. A year spent in and out of hospitals for dying flesh has made me forget how to swim. How does one lose this ability?

I sit and ponder.

There are great containers of fruit water, the cucumbers and lemons dance about.

Cups of hot tea are strewn about.

The streaming fountain in the hot tub is calling my name. There are so many noises and voices; my head is full of chatter.

Where is my peace, my relaxation?

My Father gracefully swims back and forth and back and forth.

Watching him gives me the peace I need.

“The Haven”