Byย Cynthia Cady Stantonย | Featured Contributor
I am not my body.
I am not the wrinkles around my eyes,
nor am I the deep lines forming under my nose.
I am not the softening of my belly that is thickening my waist and
now spilling over my waistbands.
I am not the annoying chin hairs cropping up.
Every time I look in the mirror,
I notice the things I am not.
My eye goes right to anything that screams aging at me,
especially my now droopy neck.
Or the brown spots forming on my face and hands.
โDamn it!โ I say to myself.
โI am getting old.โ
And I turn away in disgust.
But I am not even the parts of my body that I like.
I am not my pretty blue eyes.
I am not my fit arms or my perky ass.
I am not my feminine hands
nor am I my white teeth
and nice color treated hair.
I am not the bad,
I am not the good.
I am not my body.
I am much more than what I see in a mirror.
I am more than how my clothes feel on me.
I am more than any pain, any tension or ache.
I am more.
I go deeper than all that.
I am larger and more expansive than any image I see as I walk past a mirror,
or window.
I am above and below the skin
I am not the skin.
I am the spirit that gives my body life.
I am the sparkle in my eyes,
the warmth in my voice.
I am the tenderness in my touch.
I am the deep tones of my hearty giggle.
I am the strength behind a sincere embrace.
I am made of stardust.
I am connected deeply to all living beings.
I am energy.
And most of all,
I am divine love expressed.
I am not my body but
I live in my body.
My body may be weathering on the outside
just like any home would.
The paint may be flaking
but a warm light burns within.
A house is not a home
without that inward glow.
Shine on.
โ
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Wow, this poem is such a great message to all those who feel bad about themselves, because of how their body looks.
I never recognise the person, I don’t even recognise my eyes.
Beautifully written & Spectacular insight. You’ve brought a piece of heaven via words on the wings of a dove. Your words speak of a Peace within! ๐ธ๐
My body may be weathering on the outside
just like any home would.
The paint may be flaking
but a warm light burns within.
A house is not a home
without that inward glow.
Shine on.
Liked this part. โค๏ธ Shine on!
Thank you so much! It helps to look more deeply at who we really are. Need that warm light within! ๐
Wow wow wow wow๐…how I love poetry๐ญ๐ฏ๐๐
If loving something meant being good at it then I would be definitely sure that I’ll be the world’s best poet one day!๐ค
I love poetry, too. Thanks for your comment!
Welcome