Body
What is a body?
What purpose does it serve to have a body?
Does your body free you or trap you?
I have always found my body restrictive, tight and lacking.
My lungs work hard to pull in oxygen & use it correctly.
My bones painfully stretched & splintered inside of me as a child.
My ovaries burst out of me in rage-filled bitter brown & black liquids... mutating a natural feminine cycle into a universe birthed in pain.
My skin, eternally thirsty for nourishment & human touch.
My body,
And my time spent in a body,
has not been a comfort, or a refuge, or a fond memory to carry through.
However, in spite of all this,
I try to adorn & anoint my body.
With perfume, oils, delicious food & delightful colors...
With soft textures, soothing balms, sweet smells, sparkling jewelry & delicate accessories.
I try to make my bed of pain something beautiful as well.
The thorns are always much more tolerable when coupled with the beauty & scent of the rose.
What purpose does it serve to have a body?
Does your body free you or trap you?
I have always found my body restrictive, tight and lacking.
My lungs work hard to pull in oxygen & use it correctly.
My bones painfully stretched & splintered inside of me as a child.
My ovaries burst out of me in rage-filled bitter brown & black liquids... mutating a natural feminine cycle into a universe birthed in pain.
My skin, eternally thirsty for nourishment & human touch.
My body,
And my time spent in a body,
has not been a comfort, or a refuge, or a fond memory to carry through.
However, in spite of all this,
I try to adorn & anoint my body.
With perfume, oils, delicious food & delightful colors...
With soft textures, soothing balms, sweet smells, sparkling jewelry & delicate accessories.
I try to make my bed of pain something beautiful as well.
The thorns are always much more tolerable when coupled with the beauty & scent of the rose.