I expected myself to have sharp, pointy edges
But who am I kidding?
The smooth curves that reach every corner are me.
The moments where I want to burn down what I have occurs daily.
I feel as if the flesh that I inhabit betrays me.
But I begin to realize that I am viewing myself with dirty lenses.
I am nature's daughter and I will not carve myself down into sticks.
But as the wave of darkness hits, I will continue to want to replace the shapes I own.
I wish I could freely lay naked on a rock.
Nature would never judge, oh no, she would never judge her own children.
The space I take up would be welcomed.
I would daydream as my limbs would sprawl east to west like two islands,
naturally needing their distance.
I would bask in the sun and cry under the moon.
Then I would crawl until I became the size of a pea.
To sleep under a fig leaf.