short poem about my body
I feel myself take a deep breath
And I carelessly run my fingers down the side of my stomach
I feel the ripple of my stretchmarks and the indentations in my thighs
And the familiarity of where my birthmarks and scars lie and there’s never an urge to modify.
I wipe my face of exhaustion
getting intimate with the feel of my pores
I touch my palm and trace the lines in my hand
I feel my back, my toes, my thigh and my nose and I love what I feel
It took a while to get there but Im eternally grateful.
For this is real and all I’ve ever known.
And I love it and hold it close its the only thing that’s ever my own.