In honor of National Poetry Month, I’m re-publishing a poem I wrote about the powerful lessons my body has taught me.
My body has taught me
what feels good and what doesn’t.
When I need kindness
and when I need rest.
She’s taught me to slow down,
and to use all my senses to wander this world.
She’s taught me about patience,
even though I’m used to running her to the ground
or condemning her for supposed flaws.
She’s taught me forgiveness.
She’s taught me that I am resilient,
even though I often forget that I am.
My body has taught me the beauty of laughter,
a piece of music,
a balmy wind against my face
and the soothing warmth of green tea with honey.
She’s let me release pentup powerful emotions,
pen stories and create art that I am proud of.
She’s taught me how to listen
and care for my needs,
especially when sickness strikes like it has this week.
She’s taught me that I am a warrior,
and that it’s OK on the days I am not.
My body has taught me to express love
and to experience it.
She’s taught me that pain is fleeting,
and to try again.
She’s taught me that I am a legacy,
centuries of memories and heritage running through my veins.
While I’ll keep forgetting and re-learning these lessons,
I am oh-so grateful for this body of mine
for carrying me
when all I wanted was to be anywhere else
but in my own skin
when I yearned to abandon and escape my body
and did on many days.
What has your body taught you? What would you like to learn?