it's not
a victim
of your shame
or mine
it's not
a symbol
of your fear
or mine
it's not
a reflection
of your arrogance
or mine
it's not
an armor
for your struggles
or mine
it's not
a billboard
for your truths
or mine.
it's not fabric to be stitched
clay to be formed
marble to be carved
a book to be read
a song to be sung
a cheer to be shouted
a code to be broken
a mystery to be solved
a key for a lock
or a
puzzle
piece
without
a
space!
it is simply flesh.
MY flesh.
and it is grateful.
for the things
it
is
not.
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it's not
a victim
of your shame
or mine
Yesterday, I had a new therapist (who I will never see again) state that we get cancer in the parts of our body about which we have negative feelings. I was furious, "are you saying I got breast cancer because I have negative feelings about my body?" I was furious. And incredulous.
And somewhat shaken.
Thank you for this poem and for being so brilliant.
i was actually doing something else about an hour ago. the words just came and i was compelled to type them. they only settled here moments ago. and then yours came, instantly. thank you.
i hate it that you, of all people, were the recipient of asinine ignorance and arrogance. such an abuse of misguided analytical crap posing as intellectual comfort. how dare they waste your time!
our world is dumb.
some god! any god, save us all!!!
laurie's therapist was a thorn in the side of this poem. she needs to be extracted from her position.
if what her therapist said is true, then the therapist herself will encounter cancer of the brain.
The therapist was a man. I had never seen him before but had hoped to work with him on techniques to deal with fear and anxiety.
He also told me that I shouldn't get excited about me good news because bad news could come at any time (as if I didn't already know this).
And there is more but I will leave it at that.
I've decided that going for long walks with my dog is much better therapy. And cheaper.
So today I went out and bought new running shoes and two pairs of good socks.
Thanks again Jacqueline for this beautiful, evocative poem. It really touched me.
i believe the credo begins:
first do no harm . . . .
continue.
shine brighter.
Rebel with brilliance.
o my word...
I've been here and (I think) on Flikr looking at your sumptuous images, reading your gorgeous posts.
Vanity. is one of the loveliest essays I've ever read.
I am so happy I decided not to do laundry or any other real work this weekend, and instead read your blog and ordered a Rebel necklace for my Rebel friend.
You remind me of my Aunt Jo. I'm looking at a black and white photo of her in a NY dojo in August 1960, on the day she got her black belt. She was a poet, a photographer, and a rebel. In every sense of the word...
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