A Letter To My Shower


United States

Dear My Shower, 


“Don’t touch my stuff!” she yells

“It’s my turn for the T.V.” he tells

I’ve learned to share, compromise

but with you can I be selfish, greedy

I can be happy, sad, or feel nothing at all

You don’t expect,

You don’t judge

I reflect, I sing, I cry

You take the dirt, the grime and the pain

I watch as it runs down my legs,

slipping past my toes,

down the drain

A tabula rasa, a clean slate

as I venture into a new day, 

uncertain of whatever stress, sadness, 

or joy that may come

But knowing that you’ll be there

to take whatever I may bring


                             Yours truly, 


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