
I feel like the bar of soap when it gets too thin
And you have to scrape it off the ledge in the shower
Crumbling as you spread it over your body
Nearly useless, nearly invisible
The last of it’s life bubbling around you
As you wash the remains of it down the drain
Where your dreams and your joys go to die
When you’ve been backed into the corner
And there is no place left to go except to turn and face the wall
Praying that they won’t find you
Hoping that they will stop looking for you
Once the novelty of your absence has worn away to nothing
Just like the soap when it gets too thin.



