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Feb 2017
my body is my home
my legs carry me on days i do not feel like walking
my feet keep me planted
on days when i feel like flying away
flowers are growing here
they've definitely been watered enough
my stomach rises and falls when i laugh
it contains butterflies when certain people walk by
it harvests hope
my scars
remind me of where i have been
my heart has been broken many times
but it keeps beating
so do not say that i am not strong
i have lived in this home for 16 years
my skin has not abandoned me
when everyone else has
my bones
have not forsaken me
my heart
contains so much love
yes i have pimples on my face
but instead of pointing out my flaws,
why don't you ask what has stressed me out to cause them
instead of telling me about my worry lines,
why don't you ask what causes them
my stretch marks represent my growth
my eyes see
they have seen love
they have seen hurt
they have seen loss
and heartbreak
but they keep seeing regardless
i do not blink away the pain
people say seeing is believing
but by faith i believe
so all glory be to God
He is the one who keeps me strong
they say eyes are the window to the soul
so let me tell you about my soul
i see the beauty in everything
i put my heart into what i do
i have passion
i am not lighthearted
i take things to heart
i'm honest
i trust too easily
but it's hard for me to forgive
i can be impatient sometimes
i'm complicated
i worry too much
i am not an easy person to love
and i wont try to convince you to love me
because i love me
at the end of the day, all i have is me
and my body is my home
sarah crawford
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