Sometimes when I'm in the shower, I like to pretend I’m In the pouring rain and every drop that rolls down my back, is carrying away my pain, I like to watch my silent suffering get washed down the drain.
Sometimes when I'm in the shower and the water cleanses my skin I like to imagine it’s also washing all the dirt I hold within, I like to rest my head against the shower wall and feel the water wash away all my problems big and small.
Sometimes when I'm in the shower and the steam feels my lungs I like to hope it’s also preparing me for all the pain that’s left to come.
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Andriea Munkelt
I am an amateur poetry writer, just trying to get my work out there hope you like it.
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