The shower has become my lover
After a bad day,
It invites me in it's arms,
The water caressing my back
I stand there head bowed down.
It does well,
to hide the tears coming from my eyes,
It cools my head,
Takes the weight off my neck,
So I have the strength to look up.
Hoping to see my lover's kind eyes,
That face which reflects my pain in it,
Those arms which make me feel safe again,
That kiss which pours it's love in me.
But I'm greeted by water.
Which isn't foreign either.
Because in Water I was born,
Of Water, I'm alive