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My Body Wants to Leave
~My Body Wants to Leave~
I noticed last night much of my body has left me
when I saw it in the mirror while naked for the shower.
I don't blame it for wanting to leave.
Life must be horrible alone with me in this room all the time. No sunshine.
No breeze. No sounds of life. The daily beatings suffered by its insides from
punches of fists of stress and fear. The wounds not visible to the folks in the local grocery store
during my weekly visit. I'm sure they notice my body isn't what it used to be.
They won't say anything about it, though, as I go to check-out and pay.
I won't get a receipt. Nothing will be returned.
Intense, tragic, and wrapped tightly in a white flag
Capturing from the title and opening line, onward.
The way out begins with stepping out into the day, every day. Exposing oneself (figuratively, of course). People will start to notice, but what needs to be noticed may already be transforming by then.