BLISSFUL ESCAPE
She enters the bathroom, locking the past behind her,
Fills the bowl with the clear elixir.
She undresses, throwing all worry, hurt, scars, and pain into the basket to be cleaned.
She steps in slowly and lays back between the bowl’s valley.
She lays there, just beneath the surface of the refreshing liquid, like a water lily.
Laying there like a dead body, she floats on. She has emptied her mind, body, and soul. She is now one with the spirit.
This is her time; it’s an escape from the world’s many voices and lies.
She is at peace as her ears sink beneath, listening to the sound of nothingness, a world so different than her own.
A world where one can be free.
“If only I can fully submerge forever into this portal’s keep.”
In her mind’s eyes, she awakes to find; she has become a giant black butterfly.
A rare, unique, simple yet magnificent creature.
She knows there’s nothing special about her dark glistening wings, but her beauty and strength came from that which one can only find; it was skin deep.
There are many beautiful and colorful things in the real world.
Most are so similar in nature, so similar in feature.
Everyone wants to look like someone else, be someone else.
Not her.
For she is one of a kind.
Her beauty was like a rare black ruby’s find.
But just think, in the mixture of all types of chaotic colors, of colorful butterflies blended together in a field, who would you spot first?
Would it not be the contrast?
Would it not be her?
This was why her subconscious mind projected to become this humble and delicate, Black Butterfly.
Butterfly high above the little world beneath.
So tiny, the reflection in her bulbous eyes see.
Submitting to the cool breeze beneath her wings, submitting to the melody in her ear as the wind sings.
Up here so high, she can float on forever.
Won’t have to do much in this type of world.
Only on occasions, fly down into the beautiful gardens, tasting the sweet nectar.
Smell the aromas of flowers so heavenly.
This is the dream of how her world would be; a dream she never wants to wake from,
“If only this were my reality.”
“KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK”
“Mama! Are you in there? What’s taking so long?”
She opens her eyes, looked to the ceiling, and whispered,
“Blissful Escape.”
© By Vee Nelly
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Nelly Vee
Nelly Vee, Founder & CEO of KVI Network Creations, author, poet, and graduate with a Bachelor of Theology and a BS in Leadership & Organizational Management.
To my dear readers,
As you read “Blissful Escape,” I hope you found a moment to pause and reflect. This piece was birthed from the quiet depths of imagination, but also inspired by a photograph I came across—one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. It captured a woman laying in water, her eyes closed, ears just beneath the surface, as if she were at the threshold of a tranquil world all her own. The stillness in her form, the gentle submission to the liquid embrace, resonated deeply with the idea of seeking refuge from life’s noise, and finding a space of peace within.
Though I cannot personally thank the photographer who captured this image, I owe them my heartfelt gratitude. Their work helped illuminate the concept of stillness, surrender, and transformation that you now read in the poem. To the unknown creator of this image: your photograph was a silent muse, one that allowed me to explore the profound beauty in moments of solitude and release. Your art, through the lens of your camera, created the space for this reflection to take shape. Thank you.
And to my readers—thank you for being here, for taking the time to connect with these words. I hope they inspire you to find your own “blissful escape,” wherever it may be.
With gratitude,
Vee Nelly