Shower Thoughts #3

A poem I wrote in the shower

I stand ruminating in the shower
After looking into the mirror
Wondering when my nose got so big

Is my smile growing crooked
Aren’t my eyebrows kind of bushy
I wish that scar wasn’t there

Then I catch myself and think
I ought to stop worrying
About the way that I look

Then I catch myself and think
I ought to stop worrying
About what others think

Then I catch myself and think
I ought to stop worrying
About things I ought to stop worrying about

Intrusive thoughts
Pound my skull
Like heavy drops of water

The thought that as I ruminate
Precious resources join hands
And flow through my fingers

The thought that I can’t manage
How my body needs to move
While my mind needs to rest

The thought that I’ve sold my soul
To buy things I don’t need
For a life I don’t want

The thought that
All these nasty thoughts
Reflect what’s inside

Thoughts washing over me
Adding grit to my grime
Leaving me feeling more drained

Then I catch myself
In the deluge
And I think about her

How she gives without cost
How she takes me as I am
How she wipes away the stains

As my mind lingers on her
I feel worries turn to steam
Lifting gently from my soul

I am soothed as I’m held within
Her warm, seductive release
My exhale breathes ecstasy

Finally, I am clean




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