I met my flesh today

Sukanya Bhattacharya

I met my own flesh today,
when I cut my nails a little too deep,
and instead of the hard bony structure,
I saw my soft, pinkish skin.

When I touch my neck,
it’s as if I’ve never met my own skin before,
alive in a way I had never imagined.
every pore, every bump felt like a part 
of something quite grandeur, something beautiful, 
beyond all superficial definition of beauty
ever known to humans.

Every turn made me realize,
I am not foreign to this body,
I am not a guest
nor a ghost wearing this shell.

I am loved here,
in this thin veil of being,
this boundary
where the world
and I
first meet.

Sukanya

  • Author: shu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2025 08:22
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    A beautiful thought expressed in this poem. What we are should be cherished and valued. Love what you are is the message I get. Nicely said



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