feeding my demons

it’s amazing how the body remembers

how my fingers remembered how to play the piano even though i can’t remember the last time i played

how well my ears remember music

how my whole being remembers every place i’ve ever been

how i remember someone else’s body

their voice

their smell

their touch

our body remembers everything

even if our minds don’t

that deserves a moment

a moment of pause

empathy

compassion

for everyone who’s experienced trauma and abuse

a moment may never be enough

but it’s a start

the body needs such tender loving care

it needs to be worshiped

it needs to be reminded of its innate holiness

it needs unconditional love infused throughout its entirety

nevermind

it needs to be steeped in unconditional love

maybe that’s why i take so many baths

but i don’t want to wash away my sins

but rather be with the darkest parts of myself

and give them the love they’ve been starved of

maybe for generations

i will never cast out my demons

but rather

invite them to sit at the table

i will feed my demons love always

i will turn them into angels