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 — 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…