My spine rattles and creeks
Aren’t you exhausted ?
Holding everything together has left us
Battered
Misshapen
Tell me-
My limbs will say
How is that even when we tire
You are able to
Still grip
Still hold
Still move
Forward, knowing our neck
wants to look back and
Cave in
My sternum whistles,
My heart booms and says
I’m still here,
Open and ready for you
This pit of my stomach squeaks
Meeps and says despite how I feel - I believe in you
My soft folds in each part of my body say
We are loveable
You
And
I
As we are, as we exist, as we flatten and crinkle,
hang onto these handles
as you take up all of the space you are worthy of
My knees
laugh and toast their glasses
We have so much fun together,
slow down sometimes
from running and bending backwards, but don’t lock into us either.
Fluidly move through
for we carry so much more than this soul of celebration and woman
So much woman
My body repeats
Through scars
And cuts
And scrapes
So much woman
Aren’t we beautiful??
