I hate the shower.
Too much water.
Fears. Pinpricks.
No control. I hold on.
To breath. To desire.
A love of life?
A fear of death?
What is it?
That makes me tick?
In that moment
of silent surrender,
a letting go unfolds
the self on hire.
I like the shower.
The steady water.
I breathe free
as it washes off
my fears and desires.
Too much water.
Fears. Pinpricks.
No control. I hold on.
To breath. To desire.
A love of life?
A fear of death?
What is it?
That makes me tick?
In that moment
of silent surrender,
a letting go unfolds
the self on hire.
I like the shower.
The steady water.
I breathe free
as it washes off
my fears and desires.
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