Dear Body

Dear body,

I am sorry I have not been at home in you.

The pain scattered all my parts to help me survive.

My heart. My mind. My emotions. My spirit.

Something happened.

Something happened to what held you and I together.

It broke.

Or it morphed to save me.

I could only survive in parts. In separated, disconnected, numb, deadened parts.

My mind frozen in painful moments.

My heart bleeding under the earth.

My spirit floating, looking for home.

But I have returned to you, dear body.

I have returned to you.

I open the windows of this sacred home and the wind breathes life in you again.

The rays of the sun warm the frost off of you.

I bind up the wounds.

That you and I might be home together again…