My Body Is Metaphor
My body is metaphor
My form curls
Wraps its arms around
Bended knees
When my heart folds in on itself
The weight of sadness too heavy
To lift my head.
My head aches when pressure pounds
Stress stores itself in molecules and membranes;
When this tangle becomes knotted
Pulse throbs.
I cover my face
When shame tells me to mask up.
Insecurity heckles me
And I hide within my body
Though my body reveals truth
Because my body cannot lie.
My body is weight and flight.
Depression holds my feet like cement
Until my arms become wings
And lift me skyward.
Flight is freedom and
Anchored feet are isolation.
My body should never feel shackled to
Trauma and fear
But my nervous system remembers
And memories fill my pores;
The good ones sing in laughter
The bad ones hold me in staccato crash.
When nervous my body trembles
From interior agitation;
My body reveals my fear
I feel everything.
My body responds with physical voice
Movements and stillness.
Absorbed memories like small treasures
Expose themselves;
Some are soft and pliable and pleasant
Others are rusted and dark and pointed.
My skin feels whispers
Like angel kisses;
A slight tender breeze can give me goosebumps
And loud attacks freeze my voice.
Body in stand still or free fall
Flesh speaks in scars and suppleness.
Vulnerability makes me feel safe and afraid;
When safe I stand open
Palms up and eyes present
When afraid I fidget and look down
Slump in my stature
Yet in vulnerability I find my courage.
My body feels humble and hopeful
When I speak courageously.
My body gives me vision
To see beauty
To understand deeply
And experience my world.
My eyes invite you in
Ask you to come closer and listen
And they invite you to unfurl
As I listen to you.
My body is expression and voice
Touch is language akin to reading braille
And my body speaks in affection
An embrace, a touch
A soft connection expressed in caress.
In stillness and movement
My body breathes;
In stillness I am interior
In movement I am free
In touch with my core, my heart, my limbs.
My body is metaphor
In honest dialogue
There is no false facade
Only reality
And humility
And love and grace
And longing.
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