Standing in a shower, boiling hot
My skin turning red where is was not.
Steam rising up; I breathe it in.
I turn of the shower; take a towel thin.
I turn the blowdryer on the mirror; the fog fades
The lights cast my face into contrasting shades.
I see my face for the first time without
The grime, the makeup, and the doubt.
My mascara was melted, slightly smudged
My hair disheveled; I've been mugged!
I grin a little, and wipe it away
Happy to see the true me today.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
