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.

 

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.

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