It’s a choice I will make a thousand times
every day afresh, the pull and push,
can I turn to the care
to the love that is staring back?
You are free to leave
find another pulse to crave your heartbeat
but I did not brave World War Three
for an amputation, aborting possibilities
from the spirit glowing inside of me.
Let me treat you to a lifetime
of the softest words, sprinkled over skin,
I will patiently saturate each layer,
wait here till every drop soaks in.
Barefoot, bold feet feeling out the dance floor
for the first song at the wedding between your body and you.
Bravely finding what fits
so yell if you need to, scream at the ways you were burgled.
Sometimes it’s not so easy to forget yesterday
or the fear that stays buried under fingernails;
but your self has always belonged in these bones
and brand new cells will shed old skin
to show the warrior you became,
battle-scarred, the sun senses the beginnings of a smile
and bathes in her yellow freedom.
I breathe in,
I can get my hands on.
I hold it in, as
insides clench the air
red to blue to purple
to pale of palest white.
imagine the unlove
past these crimson lips,
cut from self-loathing,
sting familiar like an old friend,
the blood clots,
stains the skin.
I have colour now.
I breathe in.