The Shower Through the shower curtain, The world's a blur. Foggy and warm, Wet and unclear. Fear is my only barricade And curiosity my one true want. Stepping out I am vulnerable To being cold or exposed, Possibly of finding my true self. Outside of the shower, I am cautiously uncertain. Questioning my future Living in a new world. Lifting my head, the wet fog encompasses me, Smothering me with its warm arms And carrying me back to where I belong.
Katy Schopfer 's Questions:
Does this poem give you the feeling of being in a shower and as a
parallel for trying to move on in life?
Should this poem be added on to or made shorter?
What is your general opinion of this poem?