The Dreamer's Pen

In the quiet of the afternoon,
I sank into the water,
The heat wrapping around my body
Like a slow exhale.

The tension, built up over weeks of recovery,
Softened in the warmth,
Muscles once stiff and sore
Finally letting go.

Each breath seemed to sync
With the rhythm of the water,
A quiet release,
A fleeting escape from discomfort.

For a moment, I could forget the strain,
Feel the pressure of pain lift,
As if the simple act of submerging
Could ease more than just my body.

There’s something about this kind of relief—
Not grand or dramatic,
But deep and real,
A reminder that healing comes in waves.

And in that space,
I found something more than comfort:
A reminder that even in the midst of recovery,
There is still room to breathe.