Waterfall cascading over the rocks below,
Thundering down with fierce fast flow.
Washing away the debris and grime.
Cleansing and nurturing that which is mine.
Tumbling over to spill and deluge.
For the evil within there can be no refuge.
A rainbow of colours bent on exploding.
Dispersing all the grief stored into eroding.
All is now flowing free
I am on my way to being me.