What a hot shower can't wash off

Still covered in
film from the experience
of stepping out &
truly living a
dream___

beyond
this comfort zone
of my so-called nectar pot
that at times feels like
a prison cell___
I have come
to love

back in jail

&

still filthy from
days
on the road
getting to know not only
myself___ better, but
too new people
who are
more than welcome
in
what feels to be a
new life for
me

even though
I am
covered in blood
grit & sweat
from
days on
a long road
I could 

not
ever have expected,
& know
it was no dream
that a hot shower can
or will ever
take away from
me___.