Nobody told me what beautiful looked like
written by: Beth Dahill
Nobody told me what beautiful looked like.
I had to learn it from the inside out.
I had to unzip my skin it had
held me so tightly that my
ribs could no longer
I had to turn my outside-in
into a sanctuary of love. A
temple of prayer. Turn
my thorny flesh into a garden where
it was okay to grow fruits and flowers and
where clouds could run like
rain down the side of my face.
I had to step out of that unzipped body and
leave it behind altogether. To
allow different thoughts
different dreams to
fill up my empty glass. My
Drink what I did not understand. A
taste I had never known.
Sour and sweet yet bitter. The
taste of earth and air and ocean.
I had to let the lightning rip through my
wounds, salt my pain, distill my fever, until
nothing else was left of me.
I had to learn beautiful
and it was no easy thing.
She currently lives in North London with a gaggle of witches and a mysterious cat.
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