I wrote this poem to represent the experience of struggling with body image issues and how it feels to resent your body. But then to begin to nourish your body again.
Vessel
I’m a doll stuffed with cotton,
with a distant beaded stare.
Screaming through a sewn mouth.
Why does everything feel suffocating?
Within these bars made of bones.
I glare at my reflection,
Through a mosaic of weaving glass shards.
A body gazes back.
Broken pottery shattered,
Oozing with disgust,
Leaking venomous poison.
And yet,
The dusty fog lifts.
Perceptions can change with time.
Vases can be pieced together with gold.
The sand melded into a Pearl.
A ship could then become a vessel,
Guiding against a rip tide,
But staying afloat.
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