It's so easy to feel hopeless
in an ice cold shower.
It takes your breath away,
And you get some kind of cruel satisfaction
When your teeth start to chatter.
From the second you step into the water
Til then moment you get out,
There is nothing but the cold.
Nothing but the numb;
And the short gasps for air.
In a cold shower nothing feels like it's ever going to get better.
(And it's not)It's so easy to get lost
In a scorching shower.
As the wet steam fills your chest,
You're filled with a sleepy sort of ache.
The kind that makes you think:
'At any second I'm going to wander out of my body'
(If I can even call it that)
In a hot shower there is nothing but the pain.
It hollows you out until there's nothing
Left but blistering skin
And burned bones.
In a scorching shower nothing is real and you forget you're alone.

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PuisiThere is a wild fire in this chest of mine #1 in hymn (6-12-19)