Twist, twist, twist

Muscle around the bone.

Blood rushes,

Flooding.

The complexity of these tissues

to make one position in space.

A machine of flesh, organ and cell.

Big, small and in between.

All of this…is me.

Twisting in Space.

Working my body to fit in position.

Not a position I chose for myself.

Not entirely.

Some fits and some constraints.

When the twisting is no longer possible.

I STOP.

I BREAK.

My bones have grown weary

to be in this constricted place.

From MY mind.

From Scolding.

From SHAME.

None of it my natural design.

But one I did Embrace.

One I gave to be mine

Because of some flaw I thought I was;

Not Good Enough

Not worthy

and Lacking.

It’s not true.

It is a lie.

I am not the muscle, bone, blood or cell.

I am the one who surrounds

who holds this possibility

who is the thing

that is bigger than what

my eyes can see

It is a space held by ME.

Who am I?

I AM LOVE

 

 

 

and forever shall it be.