I think about you often
too often perhaps, or maybe not enough
I look at you and wonder –
are you me?
or am I you?
My very soul tethered to you,
my earthly casing
yet I love you more
when there’s less of you to love.
You stretch and grow
to hold my truths
and all the aches I put you through,
the only vessel for all that is me.
But I’m your insincere lover
whispering sweet nothings while wringing you dry
always taking, only reluctantly giving
condemning you for ever asking at all.
When you shine, though
I forget it all
When they like you more than me,
all doubts disappear.
Of course –
we are one.
Written for dVerse prompt on the body.
It’s funny because I was thinking about writing about the body anyway, these lines kept coming up in my head. I’ve been losing weight lately and I know it’s partly due to stress – yet I feel a glimmer of satisfaction every time I notice the numbers on the scale fall lower than they were last. It’s a complicated relationship we have with our bodies. I want to appreciate mine everyday but it’s demands feel like a lot sometimes. I wonder if anyone does ever learn to be accepting of their body consistently?
Photo is of a watercolor doodle I did sometime ago.