I am...

Standing on a mountain crest
Before me I see rolling hills and valleys
Blanketed in rain forest and shrouded in mist
A cloud forest
Shades of grey in predawn twilight
The air smells earthy and moist
all is quiet...peaceful
I am alone...I am safe...
and I am a creature of the night.

My corrupted form blends with the darkness.
Shrouded in the haze
my wretched, stained soul hidden from prying eyes.
The nocturnal landscape sooths...
I am comfortable in this bleak season
It is existence of a sort...
Can I not stay here forever?

But behind me the horizon glows ominously
That fearsome orb lurks below
threatening to sear with its burning gaze
It and all it stands for loom inexorably near
I am afraid
I cannot face the day...

A light rain begins to fall...
It patters on my face
my ears and neck
I feel it in my hair
I hear its drops caress the earth
I feel it begin to cleanse me
the evils begin to wash away
the cigarette smoke...
the oily alcohol oozing from my pores...
the slime of humankind's nightime transgressions course from my body
small black streams and grungy rivulets make there way down my figure
I breathe deeply, inhaling the cool humid air
scrunching the loamy black soil between my toes
I tilt my head back...

The cleansing rain sinks deeper....
and starts to purify my within
it touches my tattered soul
my shames...
my fears...
my exposed vulnerabilities,
insecurities and worries,
My demons...
they wash free of me.
They sizzle from my skin...
Purple and magenta miasmas
grudgingly dissipate into the morning air

I sense now the walls inside that protect the inner me are cracked
But the rain fills them in
smoothing them over, mending them
after awhile they become whole once again...

The sun begins to peak through the clouds
but its rays do not burn
They warm me instead
I feel it on the back of my neck
and on my hair, warming my scalp
the backs of my arms and legs
its tingling radiance works its way inside
Finally, it reaches my heart...

I am not a creature of the night.

I open my eyes and stare at the shower head

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