Body, Don’t Be A Stranger

a story of generational fears

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

my Body is a stranger
I focus on the fine lines
around my eyes
instead of the pain in the
abdomen
I slather creams over

loosening, supple skin
than investigate the
misalignment of the left side
of my body
how it folds in
and holds itself

I feel twisty
I wonder about the mystery
of my cells
born of hidden trauma
of familial and generational cancer
stored in cellular memories

I choose denial
because the health care system
seems to care
more about fueling
the pharma cartels and
corporate greed

rather than
-mind-body-spirit-
our wholeness of health
I’m teetering on the edge
of what is
and what I dream it should be

wondering which side will win
so I stay frozen
paralyzed by the uncertainty
my little girl brain remembers
how insidious cancer is
taking my Nona and Grandma

almost taking my mother
as I approach the appropriate age
taught by history
irrational, these fears may be
I fight to release them
as instilled beliefs

from a young girl’s trauma
Body, don’t be a stranger
be a beacon of light
rooting out the corrupted
programmed thought forms
and beliefs

stored seamlessly,
innocuously
in the quiet places of my tissue
i want to investigate your…