Water falls
from the nozzle,
like a man made rainstorm
Long day
I wash my worries away.
Steam,
fogs the mirror
but cleanses my mind,
And my soul.
Soaping down my failures
and washing them
down the drain.
White tile never felt so warm,
so homey,
so safe.
Grade: 12
Glover Park, DC
Georgetown
Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson
Less disagreement in our world
My grandfather