sometimes peace finds me in the places that aren’t so quiet
when my fingers are stretched, palms down, holding the weight of what I could have been.
the sweat glistens. the music pulsates.
when will I let go of the idea of me they implanted in my mind
the one that finds no forgiveness in extra skin
and extra lines
and extra bags or folds that I grab with no remorse to the person inside me screaming
this isn’t love.
there are times where peace finds me even when my body feels like a war zone
I wave my white flag to the voice inside my head that straps me down from limb to limb
the voice that tells me there is a finish line called Happiness if I count my calories right.
I don’t want to fight this fight anymore…
This war between my Before and After picture because no matter the places I’ve been, I will always be me.
They say that is enough.