I don't know what it is. It rattles inside, bones stacked upon bones, curved and twisted. Its story peers sometimes from around the edges of fairy wings. Waves hello, then is lost among the miasma of raw emotions, the stagnant cesspool of anger - fear - sadness - - - - - the charm of the story is that it sticks around, an old friend saying hello again and again. Sometimes even getting so far as to say - it's ok to love yourself. it's ok to be yourself. then lost again. then found again. my vertebrae story, my real me, essential unique beautiful. spirit led me to my vertebrae story. so, more often, i hear the whisper of hello. it's ok to love yourself. it's ok to be yourself. my vertebra straighten, my muscles strengthen, my heart quakes. I am lost in the beauty of my own vertebrae. how can i be me when i have never been me? the essential me? the spiritual me? the unburdened me? the lightened me? I breathe. I have faith in Spirit, God, Goddess, Higher Power, Mystery to heal me to teach me patience to teach me love to teach me honesty. i reach out to you - you beautiful people 'god with skin on', you beautiful people with vertebrae stories of your own, magnificent and splendorous. you say to me, WE are 'gods with skins on' WE are ok to be, simply be.