how foolish was I
to make myself think
you had any claim on my body?
my hands will spin gold thread
regardless of whether you are there
to cultivate it for comfortable clothing
my eyes will gleam
the stars of a night sky
bright enough to guide myself home
time and time again
my skin will soften
for the right touch
whether it is that of another
or my own fingers pulling for answers
my hair will be the ribbon
that ties me together
and keeps my pieces as one as the world tries to dismantle me
for I was allowing you into the sanctuary of my body
but it was never yours
never has been
and never will be
and I promise myself
that I will always stand
at the gate of my own garden.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
how foolish was I
to make myself think
you had any claim on my body?
my hands will spin gold thread
regardless of whether you are there
to cultivate it for comfortable clothing
my eyes will gleam
the stars of a night sky
bright enough to guide myself home
time and time again
my skin will soften
for the right touch
whether it is that of another
or my own fingers pulling for answers
my hair will be the ribbon
that ties me together
and keeps my pieces as one as the world tries to dismantle me
for I was allowing you into the sanctuary of my body
but it was never yours
never has been
and never will be
and I promise myself
that I will always stand
at the gate of my own garden.
written 11/28/16
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