Sacred Ritual.
#PoetryInRoutine
A soft, rosy flush
Blooms across my skin
As heat is coaxed gently
From the water stream
And into my body.
This shower is a sacred, daily ritual.
A daily triumph
In which I bask leisurely -
Celebrating this evidence
Of my victorious battle with my mind.
My depression turned
10 years old this year.
It has been my greatest foe
And closest acquaintance
For an entire decade.
Its looming, heavy presence
Haunted my teenage years
And the crucial transition
Into adulthood.
At the age of 18,
I went two weeks without showering ...
A soft, rosy flush
Blooms across my skin
As heat is coaxed gently
From the water stream
And into my body.
This shower is a sacred, daily ritual.
A daily triumph
In which I bask leisurely -
Celebrating this evidence
Of my victorious battle with my mind.
My depression turned
10 years old this year.
It has been my greatest foe
And closest acquaintance
For an entire decade.
Its looming, heavy presence
Haunted my teenage years
And the crucial transition
Into adulthood.
At the age of 18,
I went two weeks without showering ...