Scrub the edges
Efface the hurt
That looks me in the eyes
Before I wash my face with water
In the mornings
The gaunt eyes,
The moles on my face
And my body;
The scars and blemishes
Splashing hot water,
Waking my tired eyes
From yet another fitful night:
Dreams disrupting my sleep.
I wrap my arms around myself
In the shower,
The ice water streaming down
My face and body like rivers
Someday I'll wash away
All the weakness in my soul
