Spring Cleaning

Let me start with my feet,
I will paint my nails, run barefoot
and say,
'I'm sorry I was so insecure about you,
thank you for holding me up.'

Let me move to my legs.
I will crouch and leap high,
and say,
'I'm sorry about the razors and blood,
thank you for letting me dance.'

Let me look at my stomach.
I will feast on shimmering gold,
and say,
'I am sorry for starving you,
thank you for keeping me going.'

Let me speak to my heart.
I will take three deep breaths,
and say,
'I am sorry for letting you break,
thank you for teaching me to love.'

Let me finish with my head.
I will look into my eyes,
and say,
'I am sorry for everything,
thank you for getting me out.'