Living in My Skin

I'm tired of this body I wear over my soul.

My soul; sparkling and bright and brave, full of stories, full of tales,

Compassion, love and strength

Deserves more than this excuse of a canvas that,

Came as a gift that fell on the way,

Wrapping paper damaged, torn, crumbled and pitiful.

My skin, that wrapping paper, "acned", scaly, and spotted.

My spirit, that gift, somehow survived the fall and the bow kept it tied together

My body followed suit, soul intact, my lips

Smile and tie my thoughts down end to end

Hoping to spread warmth and strength.