To Meet Another Day Poem by Kevin Patrick

In the shower
Her tears mingle with the steel rimmed faucet
Artificial downpours ignescent libations
Parachuting raindrops
On the pours of her late summers sinews
Both releasing and imprisoning
Her thoughts meditations
To the disasters of the past
And the future inference
As vapour breaths of dew exhume the room
Entrapping its occupants
With hopes of quite gloom
Safe in the mechanics of volcanic rain
Blanketing the porcelain of her flesh tender pink
She holds onto the air expecting a miracle
To materialize in a magic box of Gods tricks
But none do show
Preferring to stay silent
with trademark anonymity
As the child she loves
is the one that she hates
But cannot retract because loves door is ceiled
Diminishing her perceptions
reasons air conditioned
Altering the atmosphere from ration to absurd
As another sigh is weighed
and a grey hair is born
She holds the effluvia
Cognisant of the facts
Hoping that her tears become the showers raindrops
Falling in the basin where they will never be heard
As she prepares her face
to meet another day