The Hermit Crab
the body i live in the shell that surrounds me the keeper of my heart
yes… it has changed but what hasn’t the baby fat of my cheeks
no longer so my hair no longer thick or dark
shines silver in the moonlight some of my teeth are gone my chin reaches for my chest
my breasts slip toward my belly my waist expanded
along with my hips and my skin is no longer full …still i am here
just like the house i live in there are cracks in the walls some things need to be replaced
i call it home and like my body i am comfortable here
no one expects to remain like the shiny new car on the lot
if death doesn’t come first i will grow old in my once young body
January 10, 2018
7 comments:
"if death doesn't come first"--a very good point! I like the comparison to hermit crab shells and to houses--very sturdy places to live. Comfortable there, o, yes! to be comfortable there is the key.
I love and admire the comfort, ease and acceptance of this time in our lives. No use fighting it. LOL. I really like "the shell that surrounds me / the keeper of my heart." Wonderful.
I love your words and share your philosophy Annell.
I am comfortable with my body and who I am, and my house is my home and will be until the day I die. In reality I want for nothing and that is a good place to be.
Much love
Anna :o]
A magical piece Annell - long may your body shine
Beautifully poignant. Especially like the comparison to hermit crab shells and to houses.
We see the changes that aging brings to our bodies, and we either live with them in a state of calm acceptance, or we don't. You have chosen the wiser way: acceptance. That choice will steady you as even more changes come. May your journey be long and fruitful.
"still i am here"...How I love this!
Sorry for being so late to comment. I was without my laptop last week :(
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