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 **** 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
^^^written after the heavy rains in October of 2015^^^