My shoulder —
Bone on bone and damaged nerves, I’m told
Random sensations that stab and burn
Pain pills don’t do much good
They cause the physical to mix with loopiness, helping me not to care
Even though… the sensations remain there.
Scrubbed and polished to its natural perfection
Simply to be covered by
Unnatural elements that may or may not cause future harm
Whilst striving for a look that is not my own
They walk around unshaven, unkempt, and shiny
They are drooled over
I – a woman – am shunned
For leaving my home without even some lip gloss on.
My lip balm just won’t do.
I strive against societal pressures
To spend empty hours applying toxins to my skin
To hide my beloved freckles out of sight so no one can see them
To make myself look like someone no one is
Enough is enough!
What right do they have to objectify me?
So that I despise the very face that has been created for me?
God gave me my face
And my face is my own.
It is my choice that I leave it alone.
An artist’s joy
Provider of the path
That lights my way
Your atmosphere is without burden
Allowing one to breath
Your children –
You carry them
No judgment is laid
Open and eccentrically-filled
This is your nature
And it surrounds
In your bright air
I walk along your downtown sidewalks
Immersing myself in your all
Beneath your star-quenched cover
I read my words aloud
Telling my story
Illustrating my love for you.
If I were
Able to see
Through Your eyes
My worries –
Well, what would they be,
If I really could see
The things that You see?
You speak to me when I least expect
In the silence when I’m alone
You instill me with the answers I seek
They float to me like a dove
Gently into the stillness of my mind
I embrace Your presence there.
Longing to be pondered
You knock upon the inner workings
Of whoever will dare to consider your existence
Hoping to be invited in
Planting a seed for mindfulness
Slowing the hands of time
Immersing yourself into the consciousness
You spring forth –
Hidden, yet fully heard.