My Body
My body is a cocoon of pungent regret
holding its breath for the metamorphisis to a butterfly of knowledge
my body is a hub of nocturnal imagination
paints my dreams in garish tones and people hues
my body has been left alone too long
and is burned to a crisp
it weeps and moans for neglects poker face
my body wraps itself around the heat of the day
to keep the homeless warm at night
my body is an offering, perhaps a warning sign
take it or stop and turn back
my body is a vehicle for a soul withered and hunch backed
seen too much, heard too much, bled too much
my body is a gift and you chose to abuse it
i followed your lead albiet inside out
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emma-leah
Hi i'm 34 from Christchurch, New Zealand in recovery from depression, BPD and anorexia which influences my poetry a lot. Cat lover, published poet for 16 years, training in social work.
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