I washed you long ago, and flowed
To cleanse your hands and eyes.
Releasing tendrils that had bound you tight
I set you free.
I washed you in my cleansing fire
While sacred words dripped softly on your head
Soothing your fears and though you cried
The truth would set you free.
I washed you slippery sliding under
Bubbled foam and slithering fun
I washed you pouring down like rain
I washed your happy days and pain
I washed you and I will again
But will you come to me?
You wash the hurt with soap and I
Written for ReadWritePeom #17, elemental - I picked water.