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I Want to Tell You How Beautiful You Are
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
I want to tell you how beautiful you are
with your flat chest soaring
into scar across your heart and lungs.
I want to tell you even this is beautiful,
and even the rounded flesh below, the silhouette
hollowed here, extended there, the shapes new
and sudden, the beauty you could never see
when they cut your body open to where
the breathing organs breathe, the beauty
you’ll mourn from the other side of your life.
I want to tell you, believe this now,
stop doubting that because it’s not
what you wanted, what you expected,
it’s not beauty. It is
just like weather you didn’t expect,
just like ground cut back to hold more
perennials and wider swatches of
the wildest grasses.
It may not be pretty but I want you
to finally believe, now on the far side of girlhood,
past growing and giving birth to three children,
and now while you can still open and hold him,
his hands praising your re-grown hair
and flat new chest
that you are, beyond belief
and inside it too,
Write yourself soemthing that begins with the sentence (or title) “I want to tell you how beautiful you are.” Be unabashed in writing yourself this love letter, poem, journal entry.
And while you’re at, take a look at the marvelous site where I found this line in a poem, “Every Woman Deserves a Poem,” by River Malcolm (RealWomenProject.org).
Remember: you deserve a poem too.
Beginning a writing practice? Getting started, groundrules to free you, and podcasts of other writing prompts. Visit Caryn’s Write From Your Life page (http://carynmirriamgoldberg.wordpress.com/write-from-your-life/)
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© 2011, The Magazine of Yoga, LLC.