By Maia Gonye-Senior from Boston, Massachusetts
I fell in-love with myself.
Staring at my naked, goose-bump ridden
body in the mirror, every bruise,
scar, patchy and uneven blemish.
Red bumps scattered, little freckles
kissed by angels, lumpy cellulite
that flourished in contrast
to the slightest abdominal muscle tonnage.
A body painted with tattoos
Some have meaning and some
that just exists. So perfect but
so imperfect. Symmetrical yet
so lopsided.
Glistening youthful
blue eyes stared back at me,
black hole like pupils invited me in
and swallowed me whole.
I cried. I honored. I appreciated.
My body. For what its been through,
For what it’s capable of.
I had a weird epiphany-
my physical body is just a being.
It is here, you can see it.
But what you don’t see
is my energetic soul. My mind and soul
floating & exploring,
while my feet
are planted on this earth.
The deeper my roots go
the more grounded and stable I become.
What would you see
if you could look into your mind?
What would you see
if you looked at your soul?