To Bathe in Purple

I actually just wrote this about a bath bomb, but it takes on multiple meanings

As she lay in the perfumed water,
Thoughts pooling in her head like the liquid rippling around her hands,
Her past consumed her as the future lay waiting.

A change to be made; a destiny to fulfill,
All loomed over her like a shadow stretching as dusk grew nearer.

It’s warm presence wrapped around her mind.
She was not afraid, nor was she rushed.
In that moment, she had all the time that the earth could offer.

It rose to meet her fingertips, her hand lifting as lavender pearls dripped from her nails
Landing back into the oasis that was her comfort.
With all the essence of a being created to be molded, she made up her mind.

She agreed with her inner demons and angels.
A shift in the tide of her soul would take place,
One that would allow her to see a brighter tomorrow, a better chance.

Survival would be enjoyable, she mused,
Her knees skimming the surface of their submergence.

A minuscule smile graced her lips as she observed her toes.
Their wriggling rippling the water that her smooth hands had previously disturbed .

Thoughts and reality converged into a sparkling display of hope,
And she was at rest.

Author's Note

I would love any sort of feedback :)