Why Everyone Should Take Cold Showers!

My soulful Sunday poem. Enjoy. Rain showers me. Exhausted, cold. Longing to be let in, my tears fall. I don’t know how to exist. Silently, patiently, I wait for the drawbridge to lower, to be welcomed in. Tenacious and persistent, I scale the walls to see inside— into the darkness where you hide. I know you are in there. Sometimes I see your beautiful heart through the cracks of your armor. Over and over, I climbed the same wall. But reaching you meant falling hard— lying in the rain, lonely and