If My Body Could Talk
If my body could talk, she would whisper, “slow down” — move at the pace of a snail, as if approaching a yellow light at the intersection of my limits.
She would remind me that I am worthy of care, every second of every day.
My body would tell me when my cup is empty and show me how to refill it.
My body speaks in a calm and soothing voice, I just need to listen. She’s been with me for so long— surely, she knows what I need by now.
If my body could talk, I’d want to talk with her daily,
to be her best friend.
She is me, and I am her.
If only my body could talk.
This poem accompanied the following poll I shared in the Mighty Poets group on The Mighty:
Which title would you choose?
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