The water cascaded down.
She reached in, turned the shower's knob
The temperature was perfect
The water cascaded down.
She pulled off her clothes, stepped into the shower
The water felt perfect
The water cascaded down
She let the water flow down her skin
The pressure was perfect
The water cascaded down
She felt it washing away the imperfections
The cleanliness was perfect
The water cascaded down.
She closed her eyes, and let it wash her away
For once she felt perfect.
The water cascaded down
But nobody was around
Because she couldn't be perfect
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Had to
Read it a second time to catch the full meaning. Cleverly done. Thanks for a neat poem to start my day.
A wonderful
poem to read. Love the duality
May Your Light Forever Shine
um..... wow?
words fail me.
Wow.
Perfection
"She couldn't be perfect"
This line has me. Seems like in this world no one is perfect, yet many perpetuate what they believe is perfection. The result is girls (and guys) feeling like and telling themselves- that they are not perfect.
I hope someday girls can change that last two lines into something positive.
~Stay Beautiful.