Archive for April 2022
Asymmetry
In a world imperfect,
we cannot expect symmetry.
For the curved roads and uneven hills
remind us of unpredictability.
The ability of the ground to shake
or the boulders to tumble.
Our lives are often guided
by how we clear blocked paths.
We’re defined by how we traverse without maps,
how we dance without song,
by how we carry on.
It is anything, but easy or simple.
But we cannot always draw
within these lines we create.
We must find comfort in the inevitability
the lines will break.
Read Me
In reverse
we go.
Unless you know some other way.
It’s how I’ve lived my life.
Mired in my mistakes.
It must be painful to watch.
I was merely born like this.
I’m apt to take the long way around
even when the path at my feet is the shortest.
Cuerpo
I often wonder why the mirror isn’t friendlier,
why what I see feels like a betrayal.
Thoughts of failure and disappointment.
I must unlearn the lie in this portrayal.
For what I see is a mere reflection
processed to believe it’s wrong,
that years of abuse on my body
are no excuse for carrying on.
But I carry with me this baggage
for the years of abuse that hold on.
My curves cause pain to my mind
I spent years settling down with a meal.
Now society shames me unfairly
when all I intended was to heal.
For what I see shouldn’t matter
except to myself when I stare
at a young man who’s told
he shouldn’t look that way.
But why?
Why do they care?