I love this. The repetition of "My body is not poetry" really stands out.
I know this is old, but this is one of my favourite things I've read here so far.
My favourite lines are:
"into a question mark
from centuries of insecurity"
"are the kind that are meant to tremble
not the kind meant to be held"
"Because it is not something that
soothes the soul and
makes the heart ache all at once."
The first, third and fourth stanzas are my favourites, because of the imagery and descriptions - it allows me to empathise with what's being said.
I love the last stanza as well, talking about how the speaker is afraid, and how they admit that that's why their body isn't poetry. It almost shows a desire to change, at least, I think it does, but also an acknowledgement of how fear holds us back.
I also like how the body is described in quite a poetic sense (particularly in the first stanza), even though the main focus of the poem is how the speaker's body isn't poetry - it's as though the narrator believes it is the wrong kind of poetry, or that "flawed" things can't be poetic.
This poem is beautiful, and I loved every word.
If this is about your own feelings, I hope you're doing well now. Thanks for writing this
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