The steam surrounds me
It is a heavy comforting curtain
I step inside, under the wet,
Warm pulsating water

I let it run

Run down.....

My face, my neck, my heart, legs everywhere

And soon, there are tears
Salty tears mix with the waters
That try to cleanse

How I wish that I could wash away
The hurt and sins of the past...

But they haunt me still

Long after I thought that I was clean

The sins are more easily wiped clean,
But the hurt....

Oh the hurt....

It clings to my body
And it's odor is pungent
I scrub and scrub

And yet...

The hurt remains

I long to be free, clean
For there is one waiting....

Waiting patiently

As I cry away my hurt from the past.....