Graffiti

By Lone Hummelshoj

Sometimes I think I can see

the footprints of pain that was here

traces on my body from enduring

For a long time, that was all there was

cells, vessels and curves imprinted

What does pain look like

fire, ice, knives

I know its sound, I think

cackling and howling

I hear it whispering when it’s tracking me down

Free me

Please just free me

From the pain graffiti

Does the body know now

how to let it go?

its memoirs so harshly printed

every letter hammered in place

graffiti on my bones

How can I trust the body that is me

Free me

Please just free me

From the pain graffiti

Does love, does kindness

leave traces too

I want prints of your hands to stay

fluorescent waves, firework tracks

my body will glow in the dark

Your eyes as they watch me sometimes

in a glimpse knowing me,

a piece of my core understood

your gaze leaves forever marks

lovely wing marks fluttering over my cheeks, hips, hands

love graffiti

Free me

Please just free me

With your love graffiti

The author

Lone Hummelshoj is the publisher/editor of www.endometriosis.org. She works globally to raise awareness of the impact of endometriosis, and to secure funds for research to improve knowledge of the disease so that targeted treatments can be developed - with prevention as the ultimate goal!