All those times I became water,

And seeped out of my orifices

A changed

Woman.

Like a river,

I ebbed

And flowed.

Through thorough movement

I floated

And drowned.

A scale that tests the feeling of resilience.

Trust says the universe. 

Like the Moon, 

I pulled the tides as the seasons changed. 

Waxing and waning, a

Growing and a shrinking 

Healing my heart from the inside out. 

Like a Phoenix, 

We rise above the ashes of a past paved for this exact moment, 

Now. 

All those times I became the liquid of my diet and slept in a pool of my lost dignity. 

My eyes a faucet that drips in the tempo of a broken heart. 

Showered, 

I cleansed the past of you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you. 

Enough! 

The plea to 

The hoots and hollers of angry men screaming,

Not enough!

Not blonde enough. Not thin enough. Not smart enough. Not kind enough. Not quiet enough. 

not 

quite 

enough. 

Enough. 

A scale that tests survival of the fittest -

Das Ich und das Es? 

Our tears a soul’s hangover from a life bound to a different vessel you can only feel, 

But 

never touch. 

Messages on fogged mirrors from Goddess Rhea 

Pushes flight down stagnant rivers and reminds me to flow. 

To flow thoroughly  

Through movement 

trading the end for the journey.