My Vertebrae Story

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.