I spent 5 years suffocating
And 3 years resuscitating

When will this story end?

I want to know if she lives
-recovery

I use poetry as my wielded sword

But I’m tired of fighting the same battles
And writing the same lines

How is this wound supposed to heal

if I keep prying it open?

-the battle is only in your head now

Grow down your roots

So the wind can’t shake you

Know where you came from

Know where you’re going

-resilience

I never noticed my

gut jiggle
thighs touch

knobby elbows sticking out

flat chest
wide nose

dry skin and crooked toes

Until society told me

no,

no,

No.

-body image

The ocean,

golden hour

and

you

-all I could ever want and need

What if I was just a voice,

would you still love who I am?

Pretend my body doesn't exist

would you still yearn to give me a kiss?

-him makes me doubt you

You deserve the moon and the stars

And I’ll do anything to make you feel like the sun

-pedestal