a sign i can understand

I wake up most days wondering how the heck do I fit in here, & what am I suppose to do with this body I’ve been given. Not because of how big or small my container is, but because the vastness of what we are runs so deep that sometimes my insides feel like a genie stuffed inside a lamp.

I carry my blood, my veins , & my organs.

I carry my bones, my cartilage, & my flesh.

I carry my beating heart & pumping lungs.

I carry smells that trigger memories.

I carry the beach & the waves.

I carry the shore & salty hair.

I carry sadness, grief, & heartache.

I carry feet that hold me up, & hands that can reach out for yours.