Shower Scene Spiraling
Here’s one of the poems my son wrote: amazing - he’s only 15! But he’s been writing poetry for years…
Shower Scene Spiraling
Shower scene nightmares spiraling the drain
Droplets of my innocence circling with pain
Losing my mind in the warm blooded rain
I’d give everything to forget your name
Whispering echoes and screaming at silence
Touching my heart the world loses its vibrance
Running emotion and pushing away violence
Quitting the fight with frustrated compliance
Spiraling shower scene runs through the night
Drains all emotion and kills what feels right
Swollen eyelids and tears that just might…
Running my shower scene fall through the light
Gazing at porcelain dreams like a knife
The scent of shampoo and the essence of life
Stealing my heart like the world’s biggest heist
Screaming matches like a young lover’s strife
Shower scene nightmares run fast through my head
Another five minutes and we would have been dead
Screaming frustration with the life I have led
My eyes playing tricks as the shower runs red
OK, you may be thinking, "OMG that’s so dark, that poor kid is tortured." Well, I can understand that. I was pretty alarmed too.. I told him, "Uh, wow. That’s kinda dark, Seb!" And he laughs goodnaturedly and says, "I know." The truth is, he takes after his mom in that way - we are both very sensitve, passionate, intense personalities. We feel things very deeply. I’ve talked to him about this, and he understands that this is the way we were born. And that it’s OK, but that it’s important to find an positive outlet for the overwhelming emotions. He has always been wise beyond his years, to the extent that at times, I wonder just who the adult is here! At eight years old, he would come out with such amazing philosophical observations that I just listened in stunned silence. I think he’s an old soul.
