Clean

Clean

The
water drips down steady and warm.

Will
my sins be washed away?

Over
my breasts, on my stomach and down my thighs

The
drops collide into a stream

If
I step out I might be renewed

To
start a fresh new page

I
just want to stand here forever

It
would all be so simple

Just
close my eyes and listen.  

It
taps against my window

And
whispers my name.

It’s
calling me to join them

It’s
calling me to sleep.

But
when I awake will there be any difference?

 I have hope.

My
sins and my body will be cleansed.

My
soul untouched.