Creative Writing Poetry

In Praise of Taking Up Space

These folds in my back,
these dips in my waist and
the vibrations in my plumper hills
are not a sin.
They were crafted by forces that
Rule us,
that tether us to the very ground.

Why do we place traps
before our feet, unmanicured?
One wrong step: you must change,
loose the workings that warm.

I refuse to lie still in a cage,
to step knowingly into the snare.
I can make out glints of steel under leaves
of magazines,
as long exposure to darkness uncovers stars.

I am wiser than the “teatox,”
my skin curdles at the thought
of being wrapped,
bound against expansion.

This is how I take up my space,
leaping over the bait,
the clashing of metal
the soundtrack
to my evolution.

  • Lydia Wilkins

    Thank you for sharing your poetry; this is lovely!

    • Amber

      Thank you so much! I’m looking forward to posting more; I have years of poetry I’ve never really put out into the world 🙂

  • This is so brilliant, really amazing to read. I am subscribing! And I agree with the sentiment behind it.

    • Amber

      Thank you so much! Always nice to hear that my poetry resonates with people. I’ll be posting more in the very near future 😊