(my body)

(my body)

my body is an hourglass, 

they said

they said

but my sand is a nuisance, 

they said

they said 

they watched my insides drain, 

every grain

every grain

they grabbed my body, flipped me over, 

and over

and over

repeatedly defeated, 

I depleted

I depleted 

I believed my body is my value… and it also 

isn’t mine

-is it mine?

Until one day I’d had enough 

of this handling, too rough 

And felt my pain in every grain

felt my wrath vibrate my glass

As I cracked under the pressure

cried beyond measure 

Flooded my body, my blood

felt my sand turn to mud

Embraced this inner storm

felt my ins and outs transform

Standing new

grounded, strong

realizing everything they said

was wrong

And this lesson hardened me

into a clay 

I molded 

my own way

Clay connected to the earth 

rooted in my worth

Finally seeing what has always been 

my body's design, because 

it was never just a play thing to merely pass the time…

My body is divine 

                            and it is mine.

@paige.thepoet