Nature's Nurture: A Poetry Collection

Ritual

Stripped of all my clothing,
Letting down my guard
No protective gear,
Save for my shower cap.

I'm now vulnerable
I can vent,
I can wallow,
I can weep,
All in vain.

I can hear myself think,
My meditative moments sans guidance.
I relive old memories that still make me cringe.
It's not just my body
I wash in this sink.

Soapy water teases me
with foamy flirty effervescence,
Leaving me with a scent of synthetic
perfume and promises.

Often it takes more to rid
of the persisting guilt.
When soap doesn't suffice,
I scrub to exfoliate.
Harsher, when I'm judgemental,
Gentler, when I'm empathetic.

I prolong my shower,
Rain of my consent
For I can cry along,
Let the tears mix in the mist.