someone else’s poem shared

The Freeing

She lowers the pail into the well

pulls up black water

a full bucket of it

sets in on the grass to

moonbathe until dawn

She has heard tell

water painted by the moon

gives you the power to change

loosens old skin and masks

tightened by days of trying

She has heard tell

water soaked in the moon’s gaze

becomes the sweet nector

of free life

free thought

liberation

Under the fits and starts of stars she waits

and when dawn finally comes

eagerly tips the metal lip to her mouth

lets the moon dusted river

rush her body

clear her of all things caged

-Dawn Thompson

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