Rage.
Lather.
Weep.
Rinse.
Whimper.
Repeat as many times as needed.
Step out of shower.
Towel off.
Blow dry hair.
Shed one last single tear as hot air stings my face.
Realize that I am expansive now
And so much lighter,
So much less leaden,
And so much more gold,
And that when I saw you circle the drain
Just a few minutes ago,
All of the heaviness and ache
That was never mine
And always yours
Drained from me
As quickly as you did.
Never underestimate the power
Of a good hot shower
And a rich and cleansing lather;
It can wash away eons of muck and mire from matted locks
And shadow-tainted flesh.
My hair has never been shinier,
And my skin never more moonlight,
And I turn heads everywhere I go now
Because people confuse me
For a burning pearl sun
Which I always was
But never knew
Until you circled the drain
At my levitating feet.
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👽❤
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*** Fair enough. This is better than feeling sorry for yourself, Angel Eyes. ***
*** I’ve lost so many “friends” over the years. But if they were really losses, why do I feel so light now? ***
*** Because you’re an eternal introvert, and fewer people means fewer problems… even if you love the people you have had to move on from. You can love them forever, but you don’t have to live with them. Let them go with love. ***
Love the lines “So much less leaden, / And so much more gold,” and the whole South Pacific allusion. Nice work!
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Thank you for the kind words!
Lol! … I don’t think I was consciously alluding to anything other than an experience of washing away what no longer serves, but I’ll take it. 😂👍🏻
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😭
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You ALWAYS were and will be.
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You’re too kind, Matthew 😘
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