Steam-Forged Truths

The boiler sighs, a low, familiar hum,
As steam begins to blur the bathroom's chrome.
My reflection blurs, just like a quiet slum,
And words unspoken learn to finally roam.

Here in the quiet, the water deep and warm,
I forge the truth, outlasting every storm.
No rust can cling, no shadow hold me tight,
Beneath the surface, I find my own light.

The distant hum, a factory's night refrain,
Recalls the years, etched deep like acid rain.
These heavy truths, like slag I tried to hide,
Now melt away, a current from inside.

Here in the quiet, the water deep and warm,
I forge the truth, outlasting every storm.
No rust can cling, no shadow hold me tight,
Beneath the surface, I find my own light.

The chill of Ural winds, I used to brace,
Now melts to warmth, finding its sacred place.
This concrete resolve, solid and profound,
A silent promise, finally unbound.

Just steam and breath, where secrets finally cease.
A quiet triumph, finding inner peace.