My hands had gripped the counter
The condensation soaked the walls
My heartbeat pounding in my ears
No noise to hear, no calls
My skin, slick and wet
That shower did me well
Droplets, yes dew drops
Raining Down my body, my shell
The warmth of the room
The tender care as I dry
This body has carried me
Throughout All of my life
A hair strand misplaced
Sticks soft to my cheek
Like a caress from myself
No need to feel weak
That scorching water washing
Down away the fears in my life
The soap making bubbles and encompass
Tiny rainbows showing me light.
This moment, This second
My own body and soul
It’s my choice to make
As I ascend from my hole
I wipe the mirror clear
Gaze deep in my eyes
The reflection of someone
Craving more of life’s highs
My body quivers on inhale
The feelings rise up in my core
No matter what the past brought
I see it now, I am more
More than I had ever thought
More than my soul could comprehend
The love I felt inside myself
Could not be hurt or torn or bent
I took in my reflection
And finally saw the light
That this body is my temple
My mind, heart, and happiness
Is mine to own, it’s my right.
I have to love myself foremost
The quirks that make me me
My unique one and only self
I’ll be the person I know I can be.
My body now dry
My soul is revived
And My love for myself…
Has survived, grown and thrived
About the Creator
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
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