There is beauty in your ribcage,
but it won’t be found
by stretching skin tightly over bone,
it’s in the curve of your mouth
when you open up
to let us see inside.
Happiness isn’t waiting
at the lower end of that scale,
just-a-little-bit-more to infinity and below;
as long as living warrants punishment
and rosy cheeks get painted over cracking twigs
you’re a slave to their regime.
They’re not hiding in the folds of your skin;
not lurking in the pantry,
or in the corners of your smile,
they’re creeping through the back of your skull,
and every time you look in the mirror
it’s not you they want you to see.
Don’t let them force feed you those lies,
their guilt bears a bitter tinge you know isn’t right.
I’m offering you truth, and it’s healthy.
even if they try to tell you no one else will.
photo by desi.
i posted a new blog earlier today, “gabby giffords & her husband mark kelly, pelé-the-soccer-player, and one of the most beautiful moments of TED”…
it’s much different from yesterday’s - deeper, about something that happened at TED that needed its own moment.
you can read it on my site at http://bit.ly/blog032814
drew a picture of my husband.
his name is neil. i miss him in a way he doesn’t understand and probably never will.
black fountain pentel on moleskine journal paper. based on a recent photograph by kyle cassidy.