Inside her mind
She sees them
As she once
Used to be
As if
Her time is
Done,
Though she
Thinks she never
Lets it show…
She can't
Because there
Is an animalistic
Quality to it all
And there
Are too many
Who are
Hungry wolves
She's met before
To let her
Guard down.
It's a jungle
In here
And she's
Just watching
A movie
Of what used
To be…
But I see her.
I feel her.
I love her
Without words.
I stand before
The girl in
Front of me,
Who thinks
Of her body
As a ravaged land
And a place
Damaged
By giving birth.
I try not to cry
Because she
Is so beautiful
And cannot feel
It as I do.
So I paint
On her water
She is perfect
She is enough
She is loved
She is whole.
Her baby calls
Them tiger stripes.
She had a child
To get them
I just went through
Puberty for mine.
She paints but
Is so unsure
Of her own
Skills…
But she does so
With love,
The most important
Ingredient..
And I wish she
Could see
And feel
The sweetness
In all she does.
I am surrounded
By beauty.
For a moment
I cannot see
The room.
I can only see
Them,
On the inside.
Everyone's fears
Or nervousness…
I put my hands
On her heart,
I heal her foot,
I help her back,
I calm his heart.
They desire
And crave
So much.
Then there I am
In the middle
Of the jungle,
Happy…
Content to be
With divine beings
In disguise…
Every one of them.
I love them
In this joyous rapture
Of music
I cannot contain
Myself
Or what the Divine
Feels for them…
I wish they knew
What I did…
That there is nothing
Wrong
With any of them.
That they are
Perfectly
Who they are,
Precious…
Her time isn't over
Her body isn't broken
His heart is still beating
Her painting is a journey not a destination
Her nerves are excited
And that isn't
Necessarily a bad thing…
But above all
They were loved
In the Jungle
By an animal
Who didn't care
About her stretch marks
Or about her weight
Or hair
She just loved
The Jungle
And all
Of God's
Creatures within it
As perfectly
Who they
Are meant
To be.