I wrote this forever ago. Still stands true though.
I always do my best thinking in the shower
Its where I like to cry
It’s the most amazing feeling to be under the water
There’s nothing to deny
It’s the closet thing to rain when there’s no chance of it raining
Like every drop of water leaves a clear mark where your soul used to be staining
No clothes. No nothing, you’re literally and consciously naked
All the things that were bugging you just seem so less complicated
Just you, and the water no judging and no voices talking
Close my eyes; and in the rain, I’m on the road, just walking
Sometimes I just get tired of standing and then I just sit down
Curl up in my safe-hugging ball, let the water fall all around
On my head, and down my face, I don’t understand how its still so easy to breathe
Sitting in the middle of my road, in the rain, think I want to stay and never leave
Open my eyes and realize im in my perfect, white clean shower
Pretend I’m not where I am, then say I’ll stay just one more hour
Lift my head and let the water hit me in this broken face
Hoping it will find my gaps, and then start to replace.
Used to think you couldn’t tell I was crying because of the water drops
Then realized that my eyes were red, and that water keeps coming, even when the shower stops
Hold my face in the rough forgiving towel, like it knows my sadness, and its meaning starts to gain
Like it knows what I just went through,
My journey in the rain.
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