Droplets warm upon my back.
Cleanse this imperfect skin.
This imperfect soul.
With your clear purity.
Wash away the wrongs.
Droplets gliding down my tangled hair.
Cleanse these tangled thoughts.
Cupping hands to take my fill.
Crashing waves upon my face.
Wash away the pain in my cheeks.
From fake smiles and self-aimed looks of disgust.
Droplets hiding me under their falling stream.
Let me close my eyes and pretend I’m free.
Wash away my being.
I can be clean. And pure. And clear.
I can be someone else.