Poem I: Revamp.

[astute_asylum]

Hot water drain away and burn
Melt my flesh.
Flush the salty residue from my wounds -
rid me of the bruises imprinted deep within.
Expose me to the elements.

Fresh. Unafraid;
Willing to venture on the beaten path,
Embracing objects with abandon.
Unashamed to allow rivers to flow:
emotion, intelligence, and trust.

Create, wings spread,
I will lay on the sheets below.
I am doing this for myself,
and no one else.
_______________

I have been taking a lot of showers
to wash away the pain
and initiate the spark
that ignites the flame.