This body-
150mph storm winds,
Blowing away every bit of
Security
I have scraped together
From years of dwelling in the dark.
This body
Is my prison,
Trapping me in
A bone cage
Covered in soft porcelain skin.
I do not want to be at war with it
Anymore.
This body takes me where I want to go.
It dances to my favorite songs
At 2am.
I do not love this body yet.
But, sometimes,
This body
Is my friend.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
