I am long and lean and agile,
I am sleek, svelte, strong.
I am no longer trapped within the prison
that my physical form became.
My body now moves as commanded
in ways that it never has.
I no longer lumber and struggle
exhausted at the effort’s expense.
I note the changes in movement
in the feel of the clothes on my skin.
In the sounds as my feet hit the floor
in my breath as I rise up the stairs.
I feel freer in ways than I ever have
as if flight were possible now.
Yet the weight that resides within me
seems to have taken on a new depth.
I can’t seem to shake that feeling
of something dragging me down.
It’s almost like a whisper
or a melody’s refrain.
It is ever there and present
like something beneath the skin.
Growing and stretching me to my limits
until I don’t recognize myself.
When I move I feel the grace and ease
of becoming something else.
The shape and form and expression
of everything that I am.
But sitting here I feel it again
the heaviness of that weight.
I think that’s why I avoid mirrors now
I will see that it is still there.
OpenLinkNight ~ Week 88