Shower The day pounds Hurts to hear the sound of rain Draining from clouds Pouring all the way down Uncomfortable with wet concrete Beneath the soles of my feet Water seeps Into my socks As I walk Toward a friend in rehab I told her I would be there So I am I do what I can To survive The lies in my head That tell me I'm worthless A needy person with no purpose So I stack chairs Meet stares With hesitant compassion Put positive thoughts into mindful action And listen carefully To another human being Who hands it to God Quietly sobs Just like me Seeking clarity that will come When I choose not to run From this When I can stomach bliss Maggots turn to butterflies inside Where I embrace a bursting sky With no desire to get high Or stay dry In a shower of light -Darlene Chavarria