Posts Tagged ‘body image’

To some the body is a temple,
A pagoda of perfection,
Built upon leylines of zen,
Spirituality making up the brick and mortar,
The human body sharpened to a spearpoint,
Physical prowess matched only by mental acumen,
Balance in all things,
These people are monks of the self,

It is an admirable way,
But it is not mine,
I’m more of a ronin of the road,
I walk and suffer what comes,
My body is more of an overloaded carriage,
Ramshackle yet sufficient,
Unbalanced yet relentless,
I get by in my inferior way.


This form is a bad joke,
Suited best to lost caverns,
Yet necessity demands it be revealed at times,
Stripped of its daily vestments,
Revealed to the gaze,
Though I don’t wish to be uncovered like a relic,

My skin cowers from the light,
Anathema to my shy soul,
I feel unsafe outside my fabric armour,
Unarmed and abashed,
Vulnerable and languid,
My body longs for rescue from the wardrobe,

My mirror cracks at the sight,
Everyone’s a critic,
Not that I can argue,
Oh to be a vampire,
To be hidden ever by silk and polyester,
As invisible as I should be.

Each morning brings an uneasiness,
A longing fear of peering into that mirror,
And seeing that misshapen carcass,
Like a portal to a world of monsters,
A bogeyman on CCTV,

I see myself,
But is that miscreation truly me?
This is no abstract,
But a very real abomination,
A brown haired accident,

Each glimpse at the mirror,
Is fingernails on chalk,
The portal remains open,
Blue eyes like the abyss scowl back,
A hide blemished and spotty,

That foul visage still watches from the glass,
The other me,
The me I wish I wasn’t,
And I avert my eyes,
Dreading the next time I see that mirror,

The reflection smirks.