The water

The water throwing back the reflection

of a past dusty and bitter tasting

still very alive in the being of yourself

Hiding in the dense foliage of your fears or stepping out on the bridge of rebirth

Where the air is fresh and carries the scent of brightness

and relief.Jungle of imprisonment feeling unfree and trapped

in morals and beliefs which are too tight for my new skin.

Or open plain of freedom to feel every fibre of your being …

it starts with me…