The body is a bloody battleground
you’ve fought with yourself over.
Why were you fighting for control
of a land you already own?
You do not change the landscape
of an island by having wars on it.
You change it by giving
it time for nature to run its course.
You change the landscape by planting
beautiful things. You change it by
letting people in, letting them plant
trees in the corners of your heart.
You change it by letting yourself be
sad sometimes. You change it by letting
it rain so that landslides can smooth out your
mountains. You love with volcanic
eruptions, letting ashes fertilize the soil.
The body is not an apology.
The face is not a place to hang your shame
like weights around your neck
making you feel so heavy you can’t
even make eye contact anymore.
The abuse that happened to you was not your fault.
He never owned your body to begin with.
He just wanted to make you think that he did.