I was once
a saturated sponge
sitting and souring
in a stagnant pool.
You became
my healing grip
wringing and rinsing
out my rot.
The sun was
my cleansing cure
entreating and igniting
my flame.
I was once
a saturated sponge
sitting and souring
in a stagnant pool.
You became
my healing grip
wringing and rinsing
out my rot.
The sun was
my cleansing cure
entreating and igniting
my flame.