If My Body Were Its Own Universe
If my body were its own universe,
then my thyroid would be Chaos;
known in some circles as the goddess ruler of everything
and in other circles as the goddess of air.
From this goddess of gusts and gulps
comes torrents and torments of bodily destruction.
She tears down cell by cell,
leaving antibodies in her wake,
rebuilding and setting adrift
a world to reinvigorate
with new composition and new ways of doing.
Awaken, sweet air child of mine, Chaos calls
and like an “old dog who cannot learn new tricks”
I turn my cheek to the wind that kisses and enlivens,
lean in like a newborn babe looking for nurturing,
and cry from the pains of growth and ignorance.
Visual representation on @tolbert_on_medium Instagram
