I have rejected this body so long
forced myself outside
so I could observe.
Caring more what others see
than how my body feels.
How can I
move
eat
breathe
live
be
from out there?
Cold and tired,
I seek the comfort
of my own flesh
and find
after years of being
abused
rejected
kicked
and abandoned,
my body’s still waiting
to forgive
to be loved
waiting
to be invited back inside.