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
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Author:
shu (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 18th, 2025 08:22
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
Comments1
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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