My body and me (an autobiographical poem)

So here’s a story about my body and me.

A long time ago, before my explicit memory could be.

I made myself small, contracted and all.

It was to keep myself safe, to escape from the brawl.

I learned to be quiet, to fawn and appease.

It was easier that way, to keep my parents at ease.

You see life wasn’t easy for them day to day,

Putting bread on the table, come what may.

I learned to suppress my feelings and needs.

My authenticity lost in the weeds.

Gay? Locked in the closet I stayed.

Oh boy, what a price I paid.

Achievement, that became my escape.

My way to validate the anger and hate.

Life wasn’t fair, was the message I took.

And the booze and cocaine kept my problems off the hook.

Work hard play hard, got me so far,

Until one day there were no more cookies left in the jar.

The burnout came knocking at my door.

And my chin hit the floor.

My body said NO MORE,

It knows the score.

Fast forward, and I come across this guy called Peter Levine.

Trauma vortex, and flowing down the stream.

What happened to my tiger?

Did I just wake up from a dream?

Introduce Giselle, and intro SE.

My body just learned a new way to be.

From lockdown to touch down.

From anguish to glee.

And then there was Kavi, and Abi and Lael,

Who opened my eyes and brought back my smile.

And to everyone here, who pointed me the way home.

I thank you (from the bottom of my heart) I couldn’t have done this alone.

From London to Edinburgh, and everything on the way,

It turns out my body had so much to say.

And now it is my turn to give something back.

Let’s keep making those ripples.

The K-Dawg is back.

😎🤘🏼