Dear body, I am sorry I have made mistakes I have medicated my consciousness tried to numb emotions and sense which are your life blood I am sorry that I never thought you were beautiful that I covered and hid things about you which I couldn't accept You were always the more honest part.
there are still places on my skin that I face
with barely more than a wince.
I am changing. you've grown on me
teaching me that it's okay to hurt
I will heal.
our soft places are a source of strength
I have the power to grow these bones
out from under me
though I've spent most of my life
chasing after their brittle giggle
just to feel my foundations quake.I am changing. you've grown on me
I don't love you quite yet, shell of my ghost skin over my bones but I'm definitely in like with you in the headwater- the pollution began with my thoughts that together we could never be enough that the damage began during conception it wasn't the line of my fault now I see, we are the same you are not just the vehicle for my soul you are the measured seconds of the time I have left
I will worship you with kindness adorn you with comfort hear you when you call revel in your awake I will see that the lines between us are not precise therefore where you fall, we fall
Dear body, I am on my way to you.
