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Storm is gone
and all hypes have settled down
i go straight to that one place
for that much awaited
cleansing...............and freedom
i strip myself of clothings
on the surface
and those underneath my skin...
Under the shower
i am bare
as a newborn babe.
sighing....as i surrender myself
to the trickles of water sliding
down
my
body...
I turn around once...
twice...
thrice,
to spray the wetness
all over me...
...i turn the knob gently....for more water
...close my eyes
...as countless thin drops flow out, touch my head,
i let them trace
the countours
of my face...
Mouth opens a bit
i drink in some...to quench my thirst
let go of some...and retain the rest
be overcome by the coolness of the tap water,
.....take time to reflect...to ponder...
....while wet eyes give way to sniffles
....blending with those refreshing trickles,
...........erasing muddy stains of fear
...................and dried marks of tears
................sighs, of fatigue...and regret
.............these, i most often neglect...
.....under the shower, they'd be quashed
..........i'd let them all be awash
......................save for my personal friends,
..........like grit........and good ole common sense.
As water saturates my whole being
...a few expectations and dreams
..........go down the drain
.......while others.....stay
........and dwell within.
Some feelings just cannot hide
...some, refuse to surface, and stay buried deep inside.
Sally
Copyright October 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan