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??