You carry me.
So heavy is my
Soul,
A burden on the
Soles of your feet.

Your curves
Flow like a
River to the
Sea of
Becoming.

How I have abused your
Unassuming welcome –
Ravished receptacle for my
Loss of
Faith.

You emerged from the
Womb of the
Eternal, a
Transient flourishing
Illuminating the void.

You were never mine
For the keeping –
Merely on loan to be
Returned to the
Great unknowable.

And what of me
When you go?
Are we truly divisible?
Have I shortened your stay?
Why could I not love you?

Always wishing you were
Otherwise,
Wishing away our
Time together –
Time wasted.

Now I realise
How you have loved me
How you have served me
My best friend
My self.

 

(c) Copyright 2016 Natalie Swain

Natalie has loved writing since she was young. She has a BA Honours degree in English Cum Laude and is an admitted attorney. This poem was inspired by her questions relating to self-image as a woman, her road to road to recovery, and the toll that poor choices in lifestyle can take on one’s body and self-esteem. She believes there is however always hope for redemption, and a starting point for this is self-acceptance, self-love and an appreciation for the gifts we have all been born with that are ours for this lifetime.