A shower in Venice
Wash away years of dust,
Gallons of Seawater
Plastered to your skin:
Only the dark grime
Under your nails is proof
It’s there.
The water runs, and with it
Memories of the day
The gentle lull of the boat
Fingers outstretched
Bridging the gaps in generations
Languages mixed to match.
In remembrance
I close my eyes
Against the sun,
The sting of the soap.
Slowly the waves of water
Win over the other waves
The waves of heat
Breaking against
The shiny sides of a
“Bateau de Plaisance”
Like a shirt of freshest silk
I don the silvery flush of water
Washing away
Thousands of years of crumbling dust
And gallons of seawater
That we try do drown
With a light mist of
Water from home.
Month: July 2017
Extract from a love letter – on self affirmation
But I am a whole, made of good and bad, confident and anxious, calm and angered, sober and excited. I deserve to be loved as a whole, to have all aspects of me honoured, kept safe and taken care of. Dealing with me requires patience, which I will not apologise
for. I will not put myself in boxes to please others, especially those I choose to let into my intimate circle. This is necessary for my mental health, and more and more for my physical integrity too. I am not an embarrassement to be hidden, I am not my illness.
I am a whole. More than the sum of my (partially defective) parts. And isn’t that who you love? I expect to be loved, not changed. This is not to say I will not change and improve, but that it is a process, aided by love and not a question of clicking fingers
and becoming the perfect woman. Every day I am the best version of me in the context I am given. If you love me, you can believe that.
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