My body has been good to me
Each scar bears its own little story
Untold truths full of wonder and mystery
A rugged and painful history
Beaten and battered by past loves she thought would never end
Heart broken, again and again yet she still pushes on
Eyes full of hope for what’s to come
Curves shamed by society yet still somehow still a part of me
I attempt to recognize them as gifts that bear witness to
The life that once resided inside of me, now beside me
A mother, past lover, and friend
I give her the grace that she is due
For all she has been through
And still showing up despite heartache and gloom
Still flourishing and standing tall
Weeping eyes mourning yet she bears it all
A heart once stopped, no twice, chest ripped open yet she
Still pushes on
Breath and body rhythmically in tune
Withstanding season after season
As her responsibilities rise
Aging with time
She does not shy away although at time she wishes for her own demise
To set aside the suffering and break free from the painful reality of what it
Is to be alive...
She cries into the night asking how much pain can one body take
Yet day after day she awakes...
Yes, she has been good to me
A story full of wonder and mystery
Agony and misery
Yet she still pushes on
About the Creator
Kelly
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I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
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