My head hurts.
My bag is heavy.
I feel it pull my shoulders down
to my aching feet; To the ground.
My back, oh my back.
The brisk wind slaps me.
My bones ache.
My body stiff against the attack.
I get home tired like the old books
I’ve carried all day.
On my back; in my head.
I put one bag down but
The other two that I carry
Stay under my eyes.
I can’t do my work, not after today.
My lips are cracked and raw.
I am raw.
I am stripped bare.
I turn the faucet and hear the thundering hit my ears.
And my head pounds and my heart pounds and
The wind and the day and the week and
The work and the month and the day have
Stripped me bare.
My feet soften as I step in and
The hot water flows over my bare body;
The soothing, scalding, soft yet amazingly
Strong water is able to assuage me.
I may be stripped bare,
But now I am clothed in warmth, healing and pleasure
drifting away in my own personal sea
and right now I feel like I know the true meaning of
Drowning in that warm, wet water
Saved me from drowning.
As my cracked skin becomes saturated,
I let it drain away.
I feel it pull my body down into the porcelain yet
My day my work my week my month my ache
goes down the drain.
I feel heavier
all at once.