#backbone
I remember a little girl, aged five.
She had a naive soul that made her thrive.
Everyone had light within them, she believed.
It was different for every human she would meet.
Some had raging fires internally,
Others borrowed the light from everyone around them, conveniently.
Plenty tried protecting their light from clouds of rain,
Only to see dim embers showing their pain.
It was horrible to witness,
She wanted to close her eyes in protest.
There were monsters that burned everyone with their fire.
Soon, she and her siblings were victims and they began to tire.
It’s hard to look for light when darkness is so easily given.
Stolen, traded, stomped on, and taken.
“Our lights have to be protected!”, she exclaimed.
“It’s not there to take and to maim!”
Perhaps, the naivety we start with needs to go away.
When it comes to our lights, our stance can’t sway.
We share light to those who have learned to care for theirs.
So we have lights and souls working in pairs.
The people that dim our brightness, we can easily find.
We leave every interaction with them and have a little less shine.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:28 PM UTC
My body has lost so much,
and it feels to no longer be my own.
Weight,
an *****
my dignity,
and my sanity.
Whether it be myself or someone else,
my body is betrayed.
And it will continue to be betrayed
until I regrow the backbone that I lost.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:21 PM UTC
My mom is my support system,
Her compatibility is like:
Two musical instruments being played in same rhythm.
She always push me ,
THROUGH WHAT?
FAILURE, NEGATIVITY, LOSING CONFIDENCE AND FAITH .
She pushed me up in my every exams,
Whether of school, competitive or of life lessons.
She guided me to take deep breathe and be calm.
Backbone have total 33 vertebrae,
She is my Golden Array .
For Higher Education she sent me away,
BUT for my bright future it is Okay.
She is biggest supporter as MY BACKBONE,
She is the reason of my EVERY MILESTONE.
#Backbone = support + protection + movement.
END....
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
The greater space
One is allowed to
The stronger base
One holds
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
i was given the ability
to stand tall and strong
but
i'm on my hands and knees,
bent under the weight on my shoulders.
that weight is unbearable -
i feel my back cracking under it.
i know i have it in me
to stand tall and strong again
i just have to dig deep.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
You are my backbone.
Supportive,
Helping me get through all the rough patches.
Always there for me.
You never fail to put a smile on my face.
Some days, you're my only source of happiness.
Gone.
Just like that.
One day you're here,
The next day you're not.
You left me alone to fend for myself.
Suddenly I'm no longer strong,
No longer able to smile.
I can't stand up straight.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
65 years from now when my grandchild looks me and asks me
"Grandma do your cheeks look like they are falling and why does your backbone rise higher than the rest of you?"
I will answer:
Baby girl what they don't teach you in school is that the older you get the more gravity pulls at you.
Keeping your feet planted and your mind out of the clouds.
Life moves down instead of forward.
Bones grow frail and muscles shrivel up and weaken just like your ability to dream.
Dream of what you’re going to be,
"when you grow up" because,
darling this is it. I'm all grown up.
I am all I was ever meant to be.
My clay has hardened,
no longer able to bend and curve with the wind.
Too weak to keep walking forward.
That is why baby run while you still can,
discover the world.
Leave footprints in every corner of existence,
because when you're as old as me your feet will be sore
and won't be able to venture deeper into the pockets of the universe.
Roots now bind me to this little house where I will keep moving down.
Gravity is too strong for me now dear. My skin has already given up. Succumbing to the mighty force. Falling away from my bones that lie hollow inside my cheeks engraved,with the memories too valuable lose after lifetime.
So that when this world had
changed,
beyond recognition,
I will still hold inside of me the days that I spent in the sun .
As for my back.
Honey, the best thing you can have is a backbone ,
because when everything in this world in pulling you down,
you're going to need something
to keep holding you up.
My backbone,
a tribute to the years
I spent tiptoeing across
the coal beds of this life’s mighty fire. But one day it will turn into a white flag of surrender.
That is when you know that gravity has won.
I will sink back into the earth
and maybe start again…
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Your spine is a holy place
From the tip of your neck, to the cradle in your pelvis, it is baptized in your waters
Starting with cervical, a lucky number of seven sections
The number of days it took god to create the earth
Greek mythology tells me, Cer is the personification of a violent death
Vic means to substitute,
Therefore this section substitutes itself for your violent death
Holding up an unlucky number 13
Pounds.
Of skull, and flesh and
Blood. Which it facilitates the flow of
It has hollowed itself out for nerves
Hollowed itself out so that you may feel
Everything.
Thoracic.
A dozen protective pieces,like the disciples foundation
Hammered in by thor himself
God of the sky
The horizon within dotted by a heart, some lungs,
Spleen, stomach, diaphragm
Stars in your very own galaxy
Lumbar
Five little graces
Luminary
Holding enough weight so
that the sun could settle down
right between your hip bones
root within your nerves
Apollo has come to visit
Showing you just how much holy light you can carry
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC