Thursday, December 10, 2015

When a body cries

How is it that my stomach,
lungs,
feet,
throat,
fingers,
ribs,
and eyes
know that my heart aches?

Our bodies are wise
telling stories our
words haven't figured out a way to share
but I wish my body weren't so
then it wouldn't be in pain
in solidarity with this aching heart
that hasn't fully understood
all the pieces it has broken into
and where its pieces are scattered
but it'll be this weary body of
stomach,
lungs,
feet,
throat,
fingers,
ribs,
and eyes
that will have to pick up the pieces

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