Phoenix rising from the ashes

In the basin, I gather the water, hands lathered and clean

 

Unburdened by the world's weight and expectations unseen

 

Away from the race that drains my spirit and soul

 

I find solace, peace, in this simple role

 

The water whispers of freedom, of a life less confined

 

Where burdens are light as feathers on the wind

 

The echoes of competition are drowned in its flow

 

In this quiet moment, tranquility I know

 

As I wash away worries with each gentle rub

 

I discover a sanctuary from all worldly snub