By George Lundgren, Becketwood Member
Under the clothes
Where humanity lies
Warm and naked
Under the clothes
Where humanity lies
And lies to itself
About what’s wrong
And what’s right
And it’s right where she hates it
That he loves it
And she doesn’t understand
That how it looks to her
Is not how it looks to him
And he loves her
And she feels sad
That her body is different
Than that picture in her mind
That she saw in a magazine
And she thought she needed
And she thought she wanted
Because she knew she’d be happier
If her body was like that.
But he loved her anyway
And she couldn’t let him
Because her mind saw a picture
That wasn’t her
That wasn’t her body
That wasn’t anybody
And she clutched the picture tightly
Because it was too scary to admit
That he just loved her.
That he just loved her
That he cared about her
That she didn’t need to be different
That he loved her
That it was time for her to love herself
And that was scary
And that was scary
And she cried
And he cried
And he held her close to him
And just held her
And she forgot
About her body not being right
And she forgot
And she let herself be loved.
Very touching poem, George. Thank you!
Wow- this brought tears to my eyes!
So beautiful! The space between each line could fill a lifetime. Joan
Absolutely tender and sensitive…