what I want

This Body
~TigressSky © April 2 , 2012~

This is what I want
I don't want perfect
Or un-curvy
I wish I could see
These pockets of imperfection
As medals of honor
For surviving the war

Yet the battles that created them
Are self-inflicted
In some form selfish
In the self loathing
Ways in which I decided
I should live

Under the power of his fist
But even more powerful
Were the lies he would spit
Steering me
Into hatred of those mirrored green eyes

And even more hatred

Of the finger-tipped feeling
A pen gripped tight in hand
As each word flowed
Improperly placed
Improperly structured
My torrential stupidity
Etching every page

Yet still I wrote
Hoping, someday it would be
Beautiful

It always was
It always is
Beautiful

Yet I stayed
Under the guise of happy
In an un-beautiful situation
And that my friends
Is the selfish self-inflicted part
Of this journey

A glass of echoed nakedness
Show this bodies war
Fully coated with
The pitfalls
Of a brutal life
Were self pity
Is not
Can never be
Allowed

Stand tall soldier

So I do
With a pride that aches
At the site of
These imperfections
That no amount of running
Will leave behind
Or cure

Yes

This is what I want
I don't want perfect
Or un-curvy

Yet I wish
These pockets of imperfection
These medals of disgraceful mistakes
Weaved with a lack of strength
Could be removed from my site
I know I survived the war
So why

Why do I have to show anyone
That I had to fight?

gracefully

Drawing the Devil
~TigressSky © April 2, 2012~

The fool
Is sleeping now
She awakens
To so many tears
She works
In the mud
Sadness creates
A bridge
Above the flood
Awaiting arms
In crossing
Family
Happily holding
The gifts of
The priestess
The magician
And she
The devil
Smiles giving grace
A bright shining light
Amidst the showers
Of night

this month!

It is national poetry month. My goal, to write a poem a day all month long. Yesterday was too stressful, so today I contribute two.

~TigressSky~