Warm water trickling down your face.
Mist appears on the glass.
A blurred figure standing
With its head bent down and fists slammed at the wall.
You try to utter the words you were meant to say,
but only muffled sobs managed to escape.
In a few minutes or so you’d have to stop this facade
but you’d rather stay here as long as it takes.
Why is it of all the places set out in the world
the feeling of being trapped is non existent here.
But with the decision you are about to make
it’s as if you don’t have any other choice.
You close your eyes,
rocking yourself back and forth.
Trying to say awake, trying to stay sane
but isn’t it a little too late?
You never intended to push through
but there’s no such thing as going back.
You hold the side for support; gripping the curtain on your other hand.
You shut off the running water unready for what’s to come.
With the towel wrapped around you;
you force yourself to move
outside the glass of protection.
Trying to conquer what awaits.
Your fate lies behind those doors
but it’s something you’d rather not face
knowing there might not be a chance
to come back to these walls that made you feel safe.