
We all have that place
That private world
Where we can disappear
Mine’s the floor of the shower
Lights off
Arms wrapped around my tucked legs
Head onto my knees
The water drips off my hair over my closed eyes
I come to this place
At my worst
To breathe
To feel the patter of the rain on my upper back
The feeling almost replaces a hand
But I learn to be comfortable in my own skin
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The cards we are dealt
Weren’t asked for
They are simply flipped to you
And you have to wait with your hands open
That thing called life
Either sprouts a smile on your face
Or makes your heart stop
Sometimes feeling like it’s getting ripped from your chest
I’ve always been able to wear my pain
But this pain is almost unbearable
Another scar across my chest
Left with a void
I’ve tried to fill it
Only to have substance leak out of the holes
—
The water patters
That feeling of a hand washes down my back
Gone
And yet as empty as things sounds
My fingers move to the grout between the tiles
And grip onto the corners
Pulling myself together
And lifting my head to the ceiling
Ready to take this situation
And get my own
So I run my fingers over that scar on my chest
As deep as the grooves in the floor
And pick myself up
To move forward
Beautiful
Evan Sanders
The Better Man Project
nice!!!
not bad at all
Well put. Love it! Reminds me I am not alone.
Beautifully expressed. We all need that moment of quite to silence all the external noise and really commune with the Father.
Been there…still go there often…thanks to know im not alone…as always thanks fa informing ALL…itz gonna be okay!!! Awesome Post!!!
Very nicely expressed
Sometimes the only way to get that real is to get that naked.
Thank you for putting into words..that which the heart feels…
And once again..I get back up…Thank you…
I think it is a Chinese saying…..”Fall down seven times…get up eight…”
I love the rawness of this poem, no pun intended.
We’ve all been there. Life has its own plan for us. It’s up to us to be ready when the sun shines again!