too long i have spent
days in sadness,
denying myself the joys
which fill my heart.
my mind told me
my body was the problem,
and that i deserve to be
punished for its size.
it didn’t occur to me
that i only know and love
that which i know and love
because my body allows it.
i will no longer deny myself
the privilege,
the right,
that mother nature gave to me.
i will spend countless hours
drifting out to sea,
i will see my own contours
in each wave.
the space between each set
is space created for me.
my expanses don’t even touch the sides
and the ocean will always carry me.
its power is no match for me.
now i see that there was no battle.
its power is no match for me.
it is a source begging to be harnessed.
it will find its way into my pores.
each drop quenches
the parts of myself
i had starved.
it is a bottomless well,
and at the bottom she stands
and offers me
a drink.
a gift to myself.
Sophie Nankivell, Poetry Editor
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