Here is my week 2 poem, this poem has had a few different versions already, but I’m still not sure this is the final one. It started as My Scars, followed by a version of mind versus body, then I remembered that I already wrote that poem; so I saved that version to go and edit the other poem. I also saved part of the scars, I might used it for another poem, who knows? In the end I decided to express gratitude to what I have put my body through over the years and for the fact that it never let me down. I don’t know if it comes across as I wish it would. Feedback welcomed, please!
In Praise of my Body
My body has always been there for me, but
I have not always been there for my body.
My body was there for me when I first discovered
the joys of walking and falling – getting up and
trying again. When I learned what comfort was, the sun
on my kin, the refreshing sea on a hot summer’s day,
sleeping in freshly washed bedding, resting.
My body was there for me, when I discovered love, the
excitement of another’s body against mine. Pure joy,
endless sensations kept in unforgettable memories.
My body was there for me at childbirth, when a life it created
exploded into its own existence. Miracle repeated, despite my
inability to take in the succession of life’s serendipities. It gave
me strength to carry on when I didn’t have the courage.
My body was there for me all through my long working life,
day after day, week, month, year, forever. Long shifts, adverse
conditions, sickness, accidents, successes, achievements.
Never letting me down, never letting me quit.
And how did I pay it back? With criticism, judgement, neglect.
Until I learned to love it, because I am one with my body!