Enter, ye who hold trauma
And ye who know grief,
For just past this door
Lies a Room of Relief

Unload your burdens,
Set yourself free
Cleanse out your soul
Of obstructive debris

Yet we have one request,
One thing to extol:
Put yourself in the shower
Put all else in the bowl Poem: Beach Escape (the Poem I Taped on My Bathroom Door) 1

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