Shower Thoughts

A warm envelope of steam. My guard let down. My past pains and present fears Rise with the mist, And spring on me unprovoked. I am defenseless. My tears slide down the drain, Mingling with the soap I use To scrub myself clean. The shower is the only place I allow myself to cry.

*Im trying to write a poem a day. I would love any constructive feedback.

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