Words of the Soul

22.

(12.3.20)

tears come now

down my face

salty.

water is streaming

onto my body

warm.

my arms wrap around

holding tight to myself

comfort.

head is against the wall

sobs wracking my body

agony.

water grows cold

I turn the tap to the left

scorching.

heat licking my bare skin

burns my flesh

purifying.

my body protests at first

and then I adjust

soothing.

the water caresses my frame

a warm embrace

accepting.

my head tilts back

tears mingle with the warm water

gentle.

the water washes away my tears

the water knows my pain

empathetic.

the water cries with me

until I can cry no more

empty.