Accepting Old Scars

Learning where I want to be.

The volcano brought so much more good than expected...

People stranded,

Left, right, and centre...

Making new friends with cool people from California,

And feeling that attraction to the sun

That much more.

The time is drawing nearer...

I'm just not ready quite yet...

There's something more here...

London has a few more things to teach me...

Remembering that decision

To be happy in every given moment in my life.

I thought I was crazy then...

Now I've gone to a whole new level...

And am falling in love.

The time has come.

My body as a temple,

Starts now.

After I finish my last slice of pizza.

But seriously.

I choose to cook for myself

and monitor all foreigners entering my mouth.

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I do still have to self-mother myself.

I do still have to remind myself that this scar,

this sternum,

this chest,

this torso...

is beautiful....

Sometimes that's hard...

But recently,

more often than not,

it's not.

(Double negatives. What-a-bitch. Thought it sounded good...)

And more than before,

my sternum is aligning.

And with a bit more conscious thought,

This body can finally align...

Ah!

To travel between Paris

London

Milan

California

and New York...

3 months here...

4 there...

Finding it too cold in Vancouver,

So I'll retreat to Spain...

Naw...

I'd rather skip winter this year...

Let's just spend the year in summer.

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To want is not to be frowned upon.

And, Boy,

I want.

Boy,

I am so looking forward to this...

The air here is warming up.

And as another friend leaves my city,

As I get interviewed for my first magazine,

As I take that extra time to myself

And as I slow down,

conscious of every step

and every thought...

I think,

This is so easy...

Everything is so easy.

Hm...

© Anthony Wallace

(Thanks Becca, James, and Gemma)