My Body

My body.

A case carrying life.

My own, usually.

Once, another as well.

Breathe in, breathe out.

My body.

A case I now hardly recognize

After another housed here.

Bigger in places

Odd in others

Smaller in places I couldn’t have imagined before

And soft. So soft.

Different and


No longer my own.

Embarrassment at ill-fitting shirts

And pants

And most else

Ignites a furious flush on my cheeks

Most days

As I struggle to

Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in –


My body

Created life.

Breathe in, breathe out.

My body

Swelled with redemption and promises fulfilled

And hope was born.

My body

Is no longer my own

My heart

Is outside

My body.

It crawls



And beams at me.

I have never

Taken more pride in

My body.

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