As the water drapes down my skin.
Washing away the…
Exfoliating the hurt.
Cleaning the wounds.
Clearing the imperfections.
Hot enough to sanitize.
Long enough to mask my tears.
Bringing nourishment to my soul.
Connection to inner.
Sparks of ideas ignited.
Seeds of intent planted.
I linger as long as the water demands.
I beg the old to end.
Lingering as necessary.
Hopeful my futuer will begin rooting.
Staying as long enough to excluded the outside world.
Only emerging when I am able to be infused back in.