Monday, 6 June 2011

More words

I am feeling inclined to share another poem. It's rather like a drawing with words after all...

Conditioning

Many swallow their spit and shrink,
Parade their bones,
I am differently afflicted.

I watch men with the masked attention of a thief.
I covet their shapes.
Then steal home, to pit will against weakness

Finally, my flesh expands, begins
to harden.
For the second time, my body becomes unfamiliar.

This time, let curves of muscles be my armour,
repulse uninvited
grasping stares
and sublimate my fear.

1 comment:

  1. Yes! A while back I spent two years intensively strength training. Got lots of weird reactions to the changes in my body, but, apart from being pregnant, I have never been happier in my own skin. Keep on keeping on.

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