Water Burns
Water Burns It Out
Hot showers make it okay.
Okay to cry,
Okay to scream,
Okay to sit down,
Just to think.
Relax the muscle,
Don't forget to breathe,
Deep breath, deep breath,
1, 2, SCREAM.
Go ahead,
Cry it out,
The shower will never judge.
Go ahead contemplate:
All those painful years.
There's no embarrassment,
No frustration.
No one to say “It’s okay.”
There is no shame or guilt.
No need to stutter, or explain
The shower doesn’t care
No matter the problem
For comfort, it is there.
The scalding water burns it out
Go ahead, drown out all your fears.
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