The Shower

I feel the water flow onto my head.
As I stand under the spicket,
I feel the warmth of the water cleanse my weary soul
as I slather shampoo into my hair.
I’m washing the blackness away;
I smile as the water trickles down my breasts.
My heart keeps time as my emotions flow
out of my body, and soon my tears join the water.
It’s been a hard day.

I rinse the shampoo and slather in conditioner,
and slather soap onto my body.
I think of all the trials of the day just passed;
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to conquer these mood swings.
I try to concentrate on the water, where it is,
How it feels, the temperature, where it’s going.
I smile as my thoughts come back to the moment.
I feel safe coddled by the water,
just like an infant in the womb.

I rinse off, darkness leaving my soul,
And my smile remains on my face.
I am ready;
Ready for a new day, after I sleep.
Sleep, my child, my soul whispers to me;
Rest, for you will need your strength.
The coming day brings challenges
you have yet to overcome.
Rest, for now, there is peace.