Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Here's a new poem for the day:


I spent most of my life
in war with my body
wanting it to be different –
more like the other girls
I saw on TV or in magazines

I wanted my hair straighter,
skin clearer, my thighs thinner
or perhaps larger breasts,
washboard abs and smaller hips –
anything but what I had

but no matter how hard I try
I could never stop my body
fighting against my harsh waves
crashing against the rocks
saying, no that is not the way

in the end I gave up the fruitless
fight and threw up my arms
surrendering myself to the tides
I allowed the person within
break out and be free

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