Shower Curtain

Sat, 11/29/2014 - 19:39 -- blase

Location

Warmth enfolds me.

The cleansing current upon my spine,

without it I'd be filthy,

and safety no longer mine.

 

I remain concealed, behind this curtain,

due to my most solemn doubt.

For one can never be too certain

how people will react when the truth is out.

 

I scrub to wash away the grime,

the residue of troublesome time.

This leaves a sweeter scent for others,

while the dirt left, the curtain covers.

 

Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741