Ten Minutes in a Bathtub.

Frustration, Disappointment, Anger, Exhaustion –
Elements forcing me to throw to the winds caution,
While fighting the devil within, intoxicated with emotion.

Frustration, at embracing the fact that my mind is frail,
For it seems, the more I plan, the more I plan to fail…

Eventually I clamber up the wall of frustration,
To land amidst the vast field of disappointment.

As my weary eyes watched the horizon of hope fast disappearing,
My mind morphed into a volcano of anger,
The lava of confusion spewing forth endlessly…

…Endlessly, or so it seemed.
Waking up into the brutal winter of reality,
I yearned for a solution to clear up the skies,
Something to calm me down, to help me relax.

Like a blazing fire in the middle of the night,
An idea came to me so very bright,
Giving me the hope that it just might
Remove the pain, the torture and everything that wasn’t right.

A Bath! A sultry, steaming, stimulating bath,
One that was at a temperature so perfect,
That an extra drop of cold water would be a sin to regret.

As I hurriedly set things in motion,
To try and drown my pangs of emotion,
I happened to glance at the clock – which indeed gave me quite a shock.

“One AM” it did blink at me,
Ever so similar to the manner in which I did at it,
Remembering that I had an early day tomorrow,
But eventually convincing myself that my priorities lay with my sorrow.

And so I did, by undoing my robe, expose the real me,
Unleashing my body, mind, and soul,
Into the sea of warmth - the nemesis of cold.

The warm liquid caressing my body,
Thawed the blood within, and ushered my senses
Into a universe undefined by science.

I slipped into the water, finally coming to rest
When the level was above my chest,
And the only thing open to the air,
Was my nose - which only seemed fair.

Eyes closed, with a deafening silence in my ears,
I was my mind, floating ever so gently,
That even seconds took the shape of years.

It was then - That was when,
Amidst the silence, the ethereal tranquility
Where the only voice I heard was that of my mind,
The beautiful, calm, clear voice, that was ever so kind
To let me know that all was well in life,
That the need for frustration was nothing but a strife,
One that cannot be won, where winners are none.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the revelations so new,
Acknowledging that they were nevertheless, painfully true.
Realising that results, achievements, the so-called measures of success
Were nothing but a farce, a cruel twist of fate,
One that made life something you’d hate.

Instead, it seemed, nothing mattered,
The power of life was in my hands,
And that was how it had always been,
Only I was never too keen,
To accept the truth that appeared before me.
But what can I say - I’m just a teen.

Spending ten minutes in the bathtub,
Had taken me places far beyond the realm,
Only to show me the power, the truth,
That my life was secure, with me firmly at the helm.

And so with life, I did sign a treaty,
To accept and live by the rule
That anything to the power of ONE,
Always equaled infinity.

Cheers. :)