I often wonder how much of ourselves we can leave behind?
Science tells us that our body relinquishes cells at such a rate that by the end of seven years it will have discarded and replaced every singe piece of who we were
Every molecule.
In this drug-like half-life what can we hope to hold onto?
So many memories have shifted within me these last few months. Fragments of circus printed summer dresses; dark hallways and frosted doors; and those first feelings of shame and disgust in the difference and weakness I made my strength
Perhaps those walls within I built myself
Cell by cell within my bodily prison
Is it always the older cells that fade?
I remember when I first learned about chemical absorption and the process of our bodies breaking down the substances we consume. I remember too reading an essay by a friend talking about the halving and halving of things into smaller and smaller increments. We do that so naturally with so many things.
Like the neat little piles of Coke on the patterned kitchen plate
The daylight-bright phosphorescent lightbulbs always make life look so surreal
It tasted bitter
And I felt if anything more of a reality
I had less access to my thoughts; my mind
And that is me
Dancing didn’t have the same high
I remember; although it was like being barred from what is internally and inherently so much myself
Life is enough for me. And more so when I can truly feel it
I remember the hours I spent scraping through skin and the slick ooze of epidermal fluid
As I fought to feel
What of the fragility of our tender green new growth?
The vulnerability
Stripped bare by kisses and love
Fearing it cannot last. In more ways than one
Though it’s evolution came so naturally
Of the innocence before acts?
What traces remain?
As each day we gain more and more understanding and fight with every cell
Not to make the same mistakes
Hurt the same hurts. As we always do and always did
To fear pain is rational
While the chemicals clear from my system
The fear is much harder to lose
I’ve taken it so long it is a part of me