The hot water stings
But I let it engulf me
I let the steaming droplets embrace my
Bruised and battered skin
Washing away the grime that holds fast
To my being
The dirt that claims me as its own
Bleeding and broken skin
I am finally alone with my thoughts
And speak out loud through the misty vapor that surrounds me
Shouting out words I never believed before
No one can hear me
No one can see me
No one can stop me, seize me, break me, beat me
Anymore.
I am invincible in this fog that cleanses and moisturizes the raw scars
The Evaporating water hides me in its warmth and accepting embrace
Just as I am hugging my own self, clinging to my own being in an effort to recognize
who i used to be
beyond the mist
And when I dry myself I am free. I feel clean. I feel fresh and exfoliated.
I am Me.
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