Another Day Begins

Quietly, I withdraw to the seclusion of privacy with in four walls made by man… Uncovered alone, water flowing upon my back, bent over in convulsions of sorrow, again… Moaning in pain short of breath yet heavily breathing, gasping for compassion and hope. Water flowing from my face, under the guise of the shower, needing cleansing, forgiveness, love... more than soap… My mind travels upon the familiar road of destruction it has traveled many times before. Stomping upon the flowers, tripping over the rocks, ankle twisting holes, branches slapping my face and more. Darkness of the night, no stars to bring light, cemetery fear,drawing near, frightening thoughts of mind to fight against the heart saddened, weakness, no might… Down the drain the water flows, like the rain my sorrow knows… It won’t take long to flood the land…. I’m drowning, who’ll take my hand. The water turns cold, as is my heart. I shiver and know I’m falling apart… I wash and dry and hide my pains. My family needs me… Outside it rains… … And another day begins…