Life Bearer
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them. ~M. Aurelius~
Getting comfortable in My Own Skin
Doesn’t mean I have to share it with you.
No.
Getting comfortable in My Skin means no man will ever
fix his mouth– to tell Me.
A receptacle of Life.
What I can and cannot do with My Body.
How I can or cannot use This Vessel.
No.
Any man hell, any wo-man will be damned if they think they have the veracity.
When you are able to provide what is truly required of a Life Bearer,
Then you may speak.
As a life receptacle– it is My responsibility to ensure My Vessel is Pure.
Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. Wholly.
Before I could ever think I was worthy of carrying Life within My Womb.
It is My responsibility to Know.
That I Am capable, and have the means to sufficiently care for the Life
I Am choosing to bring into this World.
For it is My sole responsibility to see it to fruition as the bearer of it’s
Precious Life.
Be I damned if I deny this Life what it was created for.
Pure Love.
Be I damned if I attempt to distort or meld this Pure Heart
To a will of My Own Selfish Choosing.
Life was meant to be Savoured. You see We were All Perfectly Flavoured.
Created in Perfection, our Differences are Our Greatest Reflections.
Trying to make another conform, shows it is Your Mind that needs a reform.
~Introverted Sage~
More on this poem here: https://open.substack.com/pub/introvertedsage/p/life-bearer?r=29gi64&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
