12 January 2008, 4:50 PM
I keep wanting to start, but find myself afraid.
I want to know I'm beautiful, even if I don’t run
fifteen miles every week- I want to know
I can feed myself, not punish or comfort with food,
that whatever the outcome, whatever the shape
toward which I tend, you love me, you love my look
because this skin is mine.
The Shadows keep me from moving, even from staying
where I am. Almost I think they keep me in the past.
I’d like to lay them down and stay right here
with you- never look back again.
If only breathing were so simple. But wait;
hold your breath for me, until I can hear and feel
and see it’s over now, it’s over now, and soon, I hope,
I’ll find I'm free to live, to breathe, to eat, to run