one dark early night

I chose to bathe alone 

in warm saltwater, so I

could relieve the pressure

and heal external pains

which had progressively

accumulated themselves like

the polluted dirt that always

permeates our skin and clothes

when we expose ourselves

to the world that resides 

beyond our safe shelters.

between the dampness

and the silence, I was left

with nothing but wild introspect

as if I were being propelled, 

quite naturally, to unleash

the tensions that had limited

my self expression prior, 

reminding me of the material 

necessity to be still enough

to find comfort in the silent

presence of my own being: 

a virtue we must all cultivate.

so eventually, caught up in

such a turbulent yet cosy

wavelength, I realized how

there is no greater richness 

than the ability to manifest

self-induced bliss and growth

at any futile moment. and now,

I write so as not to contain

my voice, which is susceptible

to feeling trapped, so I choose

to exert my words unto you

in the hopes you’ll see, so clearly,

the beauty in expressing from our greatest depths.

It is safe to say that lockdowns leave much room for extensive self-encounters. Having embraced the opportunities to look within in greater depth, I’ve discovered how important it is to accept our need to heal. This looks different for everyone, but take this as a reminder to take in the waves of newness and growth that this all brings. Each moment is a chance to create something beautiful and constructive for yourself.