The shower has always been my waterfall
A place of isolation
A place of meditation
My form of solace
Water fell when I reached catharsis
And heat rose when I didn’t know what to say
My feet were frozen as I thought about life
And my head pounded the linoleum thinking about your death.
I was in my waterfall when I thought I fell in love
When I realized my love was lost
When I realized I never loved at all
When I realized I would never love again.
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Lucas Hyman
Hello! I’m Lucas. A Jewish-Puerto Rican, Native to the Northwest, and lover of Social Justice/Revolution! Feel free to read my articles as I write them! Everything I write has kept me up at night and comes from the heart.
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