Shower

I wrote this poem over two years ago and I'm not sure that I knew exactly what I was feeling at the time, but rereading it now, I can relate it recent developments in my life (such as salvation) in a whole new way.

Shower


To be numb
To feel dead
You shall say
Welcome to the real world
No
No this is my world
And it is not real
It is precious time
That is not mine
That will never be mine
Except this moment
When i greet the steam
And feel the hot rain
Cascade down my body
All around me
And pray my sweet cliche
"Let it wash away
God, let it wash away"
Because nothing is right
Nothing is as it should be
"God, wash it away"
I am nude
In every sense of the word
"Wash it away"
Let it be easy just for once.
Now it doesn't feel as much like crying.
Now it's just water
Swimming down my face
With the hot rain
"Please,
Please, let it wash away."