The Shower Knows
The water hid my tears,
but not my shame.
I sank to the floor,
too tired to pretend,
too broken to stand.
If tears could heal
what shattered me,
I’d have walked out whole.
Instead,
I walked out carrying
every broken piece.
but not my shame.
I sank to the floor,
too tired to pretend,
too broken to stand.
If tears could heal
what shattered me,
I’d have walked out whole.
Instead,
I walked out carrying
every broken piece.





