In This Skin

*Disclaimer – this was written on June 25 2018*

In this skin
I am all bones
Brittle and broken
From shattered glass
From fists pounding on window frames and doors
Unaware that they are broken
And damaged
I am not my body
Because my bones and brittle and broken anyway

I am not my flaws
Nor am I my mistakes
In this skin I am more than that
What creates me
What moves me
In this skin
I am more than that

In this skin I am not who talks to me
Who wants to know my name
Or where I am from
Or who wants to try and know me
In this skin
I am my mistakes and flaws
I am not showing who I am
I am not showing who I am because in this skin
I am me
In this skin I am things that make me human
Blood, bones, tissue
But I am not how people choose to see or look or picture me
In this skin
I am free

In this skin
There is so much more
To me
Than what you see
In this body
Covered in thick flesh
That binds
My bones
My blood
My brain and tissue together
How I am
But now how people think of me
My flesh holding me together
Always reminds me
A little bit
Of him.

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Author: kateelizabethxoxo

Blogger and Writer

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