In the shower

The water holds me tight like a blanket,  like a shield,

From the blackness pushing against the window I have tried so hard to keep sealed.

I see the tank is almost empty perhaps only seconds remain, 

Before I am forced to face reality, forced to face my pain.


The steam clouds about my mind and my being,

How can I be sure which of these demons I am seeing.

All I know is they're the Hyde to my Jekyll,

Yet they look just like me-with every scar, every freckle.


Perhaps I should be as accepting of myself as I am of others,

Perhaps I should see them as my family, like brothers.

I could could open up the window and let them all be one,

An army to protect me from the  judgement of anybody, anyone.





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