I took a shower at 2 am
because I couldn't sleep -
I needed to scrub off the dregs
and layers of scummy dirt
from the way-too-long day
Scalding water seemed
to burn of
another layer of skin -
like I was shedding
yet another side of myself
I couldn't bear to look in the ey.
The steam collected and rose
and swirled around my head
creating a comforting fog
that blurred my memories of the day
until they'd all but vanished.
It whispered to me
It's alright,
Just start again tomorrow.
So I turned off the water
and stepped onto
the cool, vinyl floor
and when the steam had cleraed from the mirror
I knew it was all going to be okay.