I have learned to trust beauty that comes from my body and elsewhere
I have mapped out the rivers that flow through my arms and into my chest,
And I have memorized them and labeled them as “Something So Much Better Now”
I have knitted and patched up the tears and fractures in my bones, placed there by strangers who did not know themselves as well as they pretended to
I am learning to appreciate the rain aside from sleepless nights, besides,
Sometimes even the sky has to cry
Every evening I have taught myself how to tuck myself in again, kiss my own forehead, and chant myself bedtime stories,
And every morning I have taught myself how to appreciate opening the blinds and cracking the windows to smell whatever roses the bees are flocking to at 9am on a warm summer morning
And yet I know that the cold is coming back,
And I know summer is as short as a child’s attention span,
And winter has been harsh before, but that does not mean it cannot learn from its mistakes like I have, and still am
But I am learning, I am relearning
And with that, I will teach myself how to respect the colder weather like a mother or father
With strict discipline, openness, a warm hug, and trust
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
I have learned to trust beauty that comes from my body and elsewhere
I have mapped out the rivers that flow through my arms and into my chest,
And I have memorized them and labeled them as “Something So Much Better Now”
I have knitted and patched up the tears and fractures in my bones, placed there by strangers who did not know themselves as well as they pretended to
I am learning to appreciate the rain aside from sleepless nights, besides,
Sometimes even the sky has to cry
Every evening I have taught myself how to tuck myself in again, kiss my own forehead, and chant myself bedtime stories,
And every morning I have taught myself how to appreciate opening the blinds and cracking the windows to smell whatever roses the bees are flocking to at 9am on a warm summer morning
And yet I know that the cold is coming back,
And I know summer is as short as a child’s attention span,
And winter has been harsh before, but that does not mean it cannot learn from its mistakes like I have, and still am
But I am learning, I am relearning
And with that, I will teach myself how to respect the colder weather like a mother or father
With strict discipline, openness, a warm hug, and trust
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