Okay, y'all. So, it's time. For real. I need to get my butt in gear and write actual words on an actual page. So there will be 30 days of writing.
For real. I'm not even kidding a little bit. You have my permission to kick me if I am not writing.
Here is day one.
Undoing
Some days I wear my body
like broken glass.
Crumbled shatterings
create
splintered mosaics
inside this frame and I
thank god for the ways
gravity
and bones hold my
undoing together.
And some days
I wear my body like
thunderstorm.
The oppressive weight
of cloud hangs over my chest and rips
thunder through me -
there is danger
in the way I wear this
rippling creation of a being.
I wear this body heavy
the way
carrying a river is
heavy:
it is beautiful
and deep as it silently
erodes its own
edges.
And some days --some
days
I remember this body is
not
a thing to be worn.
Not burden, not bruise,
not load to contend
with.
This body is not
pieces glued together
forming this
heart-full being of
human.
See - a tree does not
wear herself differently
because the wind has
blown.
Does not shame herself
when
lightning scars her
skin,
when seasons leave her
bare,
when insects bore her leaves --
she lives her physical
body without
shrinking.
Some day,
I will
live
this body.
I love this! What a great start! Keep going!
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