Reminder

And sometimes

All it takes

Is the little voice

Inside my mind

Replaying all the

Sweet acts

You created

In my life,

To remind me

Of the good

That can be,

As I’m lying

In the tub

Filled with

Water and salts,

With the shower

Striking my body

Of scars hidden

Under turtlenecks

And bell sleeves,

At five in the morning

Before the rays wake;

To remind me,

That there is a sunrise

After every nightfall.

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