BODY IMAGE Poem: They Say We’re Mostly Water, by Quinn McGinty

They say we’re mostly water,
Which is odd, to me, because
When I was little,
I would run headfirst into the pounding thunder,
Head thrown back into the gusty wind,
And feel the water caress my sopping hair.
And that water, it was thoughtless,
Pure in every sense of the word,
It cared not where it went,
Or how it fell.
But I can barely look myself in the eye,
Though we’re mostly water.
And I pray, one day,
When I’m dead and gone,
That my spirit will rise with the rain
And the water will be free from my body,
Unburdened by my judgement,
And seep shamelessly through the soil.

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