New poem for 2012 - MASTERPIECE.

Masterpiece.

I take my clothes off and look at myself in the mirror,
My eyes drift up and down as I absorb the vision of what my body represents,
It is my canvas, my story, my life, the living diary of my existence.
I trail my finger along the stretch marks; I feel no shame, because they are me.
They represent the childhood I was never allowed to enjoy,
I smile as now I can see the beauty in their patterns of self-discovery & resilience.

I gently squeeze my belly and remember that it was once the cocoon for my babies to grow.
I do not care that it is not flat or that I have one pack instead of six; I love it because it protected my seedlings during three pregnancies.
Now it is the place they lay their heads on when they want to be comforted and feel safe.

I look down to my legs and feet. I briefly allow myself to remember how I used to harm them in secret as I hid my inner torment from the world.
Now I realize how strong they have been as they have carried me to places unknown and have kept me walking in the right direction.

Even if sometimes it meant I crawled & stumbled, they have never ever let me down.

I cusp my breasts and remember feeding my babies, I do not care that they do not point forwards and that instead they point south. I was never good at map reading anyways…

Lastly I look at my face; I look deep into my eyes and see my life story replayed in full colour even with added sound effects.
I realize that even in my darkest moments, the light was always there. That I was born this way.

What is there not to love? What is there to really criticize? I am me, the same way that you are YOU.

Embrace and accept all that you have created from within. You are love in human form. You are wonderful. You are Unique. You are priceless.
You are a masterpiece!

Rastarella' 04/12.

Me. April 2012.