Half Moon

It happens in the mind first
Visualize yourself
Strong and balanced
A straight line of stillness
And then
A breath
In
And
Out
Eyes trained on the wall ahead
Arms tight
Fingertips reaching
The body tips
Delicate
Graceful
The ground rising up to meet your grasp
A breath
In
And
Out
One hand on the floor
The other approaching the sun
Legs full of force
Possessing power
Previously unknown
You shift your gaze
And see yourself from above
A breath
In
And
Out
The pose no longer masters you
You master the pose
Mind then
Body
Then
Mind

Without a Choice

Betrayed by a body
Female
but not a woman
Or so I was told once
The ability to love
not enough
Who was it that denied me
this most basic gift?
When I was formed
in my Mother’s womb
was that when it happened?
Equipped with all the eggs
I would ever need
and never use
Forced out with
Needles
Drugs
Left to wither
Unattached

Here I remain
with monthly reminders of all that
I could not be
could not carry
SCARS
the only things that grow
Inside
plaster pasting my organs shut
And as I live out
my final years of blood
letting it slip out
like a cloudy river
Will I one day accept
this fate
this fundamental deformity
Accept
its consequences
good and bad
or will I continue to live
in jealousy
hatred toward a body
unable to
Create?

Frustration

Frustration
Fiery red
Blocking my path
like a giant boulder
Slamming the door
on my thumb
Filling the huge hole of doubt
that occupies my mind
Filling it with
hundreds of tiny pebbles
Plunking in
one by one
Frustration