Steam Words

I write my heart

Not on my sleeve

But on the steam

Of the shower door

Pleas

To whichever

Whatever

God

Can hear me

Please

Steer me in the right direction

These thoughts

Are blessings

I offer 

Up on glass

As water washes away

Past intentions

I was gonna

I mean I meant to

Do more 

Be more

See more

For a little while

But I 

Was weak 

My heart could barely beat

Let alone speak 

On my behalf

That's the past

I promise I'm trying now

Crying out 

Inside this space

Tears fight against the water

Streaming down 

My face 

Help me 

Trace 

These words on glass

To ask

For some kind of sign

So something can go right

So I have some idea

of how to 

Meet this night

with peace

with me at least 

in a place 

that I can face

alone 

but don't

leave me hear

without 

the chance to know

what life is 

when life is rose

tinted sentiments 

settling 

against the best intent

give me 

if only even one

a moment 

to know 

outside of daydreams

outside of latent means

of self sustaining 

wishes 

one perfect moment

if fleeting

my heart is barely beating 

slowly bleeding

out 

behind the heated vapor

that tapers 

as time ticks away 

this heart 

it needs 

something 

soon before 

the water runs too cold

and the steam 

no longer 

shows