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yes the sunny sandy waves are
curves
Curves on my body
Body parts that I have
Can’t be washed away
Like a beach
Or a sandy shore
I’m whole
I love myself
I love who I am, how I’ve been created
But…Why is the pressure so deep?
Why is my body hurting?
Why does the sand pile up
And crease and fold and topple and drain?
Why does the stale sun die inside my mouth as I feel that sand grow heavy inside?
My heart hurts.
The sand is still here.
Where are you?
Gone.
Just like a minute sandy shore,
Gone.
And I’m living inside my tumbling sandy
Dysphoria
Static, quiet, easy-going
And sad.
Sand can dream in stagnation.
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Comments (7)
conveyed complex emotions and experiences in a poetic manner. beautifully written.....
Such a lovely poem, and I completely understand the painful reality of societal pressures and expectations placed on people to adhere to particular physical standards, as I experience the pressure myself occasionally.
Loved it 😊
Wonderful analogies in beautiful words sis ❤️
From flowing to overflowing & undertow that pulls us down, drowning our dreams with mundanity. (Am I close?). Beautiful poem.
The aching is so beautiful, this is so well formed. The last line is unexpected and brilliant. ❤️
❤️✨😉