Washing Away

A thought process of getting over someone, while taking in reality when you are completely at your own vulnerabilty

I am completely bare

Raw

Alive, as surprising as that might seem.

I seem to be walking on eggshells now
Looking over my shoulder 

hearing things in my head

watching things not there, no longer there, 

living flames turned to ashes, smoldering

flash before my eyes

The water is the only thing that can touch me
Even though it glides and beads off the surface of my skin
With such gentleness and brutality
Without a mirror, it forces me to take everything in

Everything on the surface of my skin

Scars and bruises cover my canvas
Much like the leaves cover an old country road
Or the first falling snowflakes touch the barren branches
I can't explain the ones I can see
I can't explain the ones I can't

Bruises disappear and scars fade
But the tenderness of their touch

The feeling remains

And scars are always there to remind
Of everything lost and everything gained

Battle wounds, and I'm fighting to survive.
But tonight, once again I will hide. 
The feelings pressed back, the confusion hidden
I want, and I feel you fading into a memory.

But every soldier has battle wounds
And some are not easily forgotten

I had always thought of rain 
As the way of the world crying
Part of it's soul dying
Am I now immersed in tears?

The water droplets roll down
The curves and lines of my skin
And I watch them fall drop my drop
Washing away the pain

But you see, the heart no longer aches anymore.
The steam fills my longs, the cold teases my skin
I watch the evaporation of both meeting
Continuously rise and rise again

And I watch it go. 

A deep breath that's all it takes.
And then I let it go

Clean the wounds
And heal
for you will be whole again.