My body,
A House
Why all this focus on the body?
Its weight
Its shape
Its imperfections
Made in the image of
God
He made me
Perfect
And I turn that around
To mean
Nothing
My soul
buried
Under layers of
Self Hatred
Self Denial
Self Abuse
Cutting
Revealing
Skin
Blood
My Soul
Aches
Why should I
Punish
Myself
For imperfections?
That God
Does not
See
Instead,
He sees
My Soul
The Spirit Within
And Beauty Takes
Flight
My Soul
Free
Rejoicing
Weightless
And I
Become
One
With
My
Creator
1 comment:
Exactly! When i get down on my body, i think, "how dare i question God's work".
Often, that works, but body image -- still a tough one.
Gorgeous poetry!
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