Waves of emotion
Wash over me,
Stains from hard water,
Reminding me
Who's daughter
I am.
These three walls
Carry the vibrations,
The tones,
The notes,
Bouncing around my head.
The current
Pulling back my hair,
Filling the water
With Amber waves of
Red.
And I wait patiently for
The thoughts
To jump back at me,
Like the music,
That partly drowns
Out
The shower.
Making constellations
With the freckles on my arm,
In decided desolation
I prefer my own brand
Of self harm.
Every now and then
I hear dripping,
And the ripping,
Of the seams of my reality
As I pick at each and every stitch.
I pick apart my life,
My decisions,
In my times for thought.
I tried not to be afraid,
Of the quiet,
And the silence,
But I'm more afraid I am.
Don't let your times for Thought
Be battles that you've fought.
Don't let your moments
Of reflection,
Become times of self rejection.
Don't be scared of self satisfaction,
Savor the seconds you've got.