Bones

 

“Bones”

The nickname my mother called me 

As I sat on her lap

The sharpness of my bones

Impaling the warmth of her skin

 

Bones

The adult human has 206

It feels as if mine are trying to escape me

All of which one can see

Under a thin layer of damaged skin

 

Bones

I search for them under the muscles 

That I tone

Through making myself smaller

 

Bones

The ones that held me together

Experiencing my life with me

Moving me through motions

Without feeling what I have felt 

And continue to feel

 

Bones

Shattered. Scarred. Broken.

Healing

 

Bones

The frame on which I exist

Helping me put the pieces together

The foundation on which I can grow

 

My bones know me

Moving me to where I need to be

To thrive

To know what it feels like to live

 

Mom, call me bones one more time

Remind me where I’m growing from

 

Dear bones,

 

One day, I’ll know exactly what you need