Shower Thoughts

they don’t leave with the water

The water forms beads,

Striking me,

My feet stuck to the tile,

The floor murky with perspiration.

The day is behind me,

And everything with it,

Falls shattering softly,

Like feathers brushing the ground.

And with it I start to unravel,

My thoughts,

I’ve hidden,

Though the beads chisel through,

Till I’m exposed,

Simply naked.