A quick and short poem as I choose to do too many other things this week 😌
Poets and storytellers united and asked us to Write a letter to our body
Dear Body
You are my joy and my burden.
A whisper from the past
said you were once a blast.
Sadness clung to me,
and I turned to food
numbness thickening.
Even with curves and folds,
you are fierce and full of grace.
You who showed me the world,
gave me backbone,
made the music flow through my veins,
turned me into a dance floor diva.
When light pounds onto the earth,
you let me lean into the spectacle.
I moved through life,
clumsy yet confident,
awkward but alive.
My body, my home
strength preserved beneath the surface.
I see you now.
I will finally observe
that you get what you deserve.
I love the conclusion of this journey with your body - Jae
ReplyDeleteOh, I can very much relate to this!
ReplyDeleteLove the dance! Yes, there is definitely a love/hate relationship with the body. When it works well it is a wonderfully choreographed piece of organic machinery. :)
ReplyDeleteI am doing the dance right alongside you ~~~ promise!
ReplyDeleteDancing is one of the best things we can do with our bodies! Who doesn't feel cheered up by a small dance break?
ReplyDeleteWhen light pounds onto the earth
ReplyDeleteyou let me lean into this spectacle - how beautiful!
Nicely written. A love letter.
ReplyDeleteYes, most bodies ask for and deserve what they get in the way of weight gain/loss, flab, tone, etc.
ReplyDeleteI send you a flight of lovely L-words: light, lithe, lissome, lively, limber, pliant, flex, flip, fly, float, slip, slim, silk, slither, lunge, lift, leap, lean, love of life.
PK
So very true!!
ReplyDeleteA lovely letter to a body you fit into.
ReplyDeleteYou write beautiful poetry
ReplyDeleteThe advice everywhere is to love our body unconditionally. Good advice, as it has rewards for us.
ReplyDeleteHi Marja - life is life isn't we ... as we get older theoretically we get a little wiser - but no hope and experience still occur ... still we're lucky we live - and appreciate the fortunate lives we live ... your poem is perfect ... my folds - I'm try to lose! Cheers Hilary
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