the shower
The shower is strangely therapeutic.
It provides a sense of comfort by the
Ever-flowing sound of strong sprinkles
As it envelops my head into the serenity
That surrounds the bath.
And as it gives me leave to run far away
From the books that I must read and the words I must say
And the duties that make my responsibility
I find much, much protection from an identity I must be.
The shower is strangely therapeutic.
As it allows me to sit and wander underneath
The umbrella of water sprinkles that rush quickly.
Which is ironic:
Because the umbrella means to protect from water sprinkles.
And as I scrub every strand of hair
And force out every speck, follicle, and minute detail of the dirt
So creepily hidden beneath the fair, beige skin
I find much comfort in sitting, still;
Underneath the strangely therapeutic shower.
And it calms me, this shower.
It brings me to an opportunity to forget myself for a moment
And in the process,
Cleansing me and embracing me
Without an overly-possessive entrapment
But with a free, open space for to me to exit at any time I require.
The shower is strangely therapeutic.
And as I step out again of the long shower
Wrapped tightly in a big, fuzzy, warm towel
I find that I am nourished
And prepared once again to re-enter reality.
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in the hands of anotherwhen it becomes much to hard to imagine
your aims and goals 10 years from now...
when there is a cut in your path
and a sudden diversion from your intended
when it all becomes a gray teary blur
a tighter gripping passion that enfolds you in
and a might stronger than you have ever known
you know then,
when your dreams are in the hands of another.
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Lament
A road I've walked
A door I've closed
Since then brought me on another route
One of smiles and one of cries
Always the truth, a bitter lie
One wonders, though, why at such a time?
Of jealousies and wrath
Of bitterness and resign
One wonders... with a bittersweet sigh,
How much more do I have to cry?
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Lucky? you or me
I saw a crazy girl today
sitting in the neighbourhood park
with leaves and twigs in her unruly hair
she fits in perfectly, like the tree in the park.
As I got close she looked at me
and started sprouting words of plea
Words? No, wait, just animal sounds it seems
and gestures to her mouth, wide-opened, saying 'food please'.
Her eyes were wild and unfocused
as she points and wails away
I kept my head down and walked right past
as if afraid her madness might contract
Once far away I looked behind
There she was, back where she sat
I can't help a surge of pity
madness, it seems, feels pretty lonely.
But as I walked I saw -
a father with his only son,
spending limited minutes in fakery
A wife with bedraggled hair,
and only one half of two rings
a girl with a defiant face,
her eyes hiding a sea of tears
And a boy with two unborn children waiting,
his feet heavy with responsibility.
Then i took a look back at the girl
with leaves and twigs in her unruly hair
But the surge of pity wasn't there.
Instead, i feel like she's the lucky one.
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reasons why.because in all things, we all hope it'll work.
because in all things, we are secretly failures.
because in all things, we seek recognition.
because in everything, we want to be,
...Identified.Because,in all things, we still wonder who we are.
in all things, we question much.
in all things, in the midst of all things;
... we are still lost.
saraL*:)
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