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