Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Naming my Monster


Pruning in the water
My legs looked more like stalky tree trunks
But I dreamed them into one large fin.

“How did you get such powerful looking legs?”
He asked.
“Ballet?” I replied, questioning the validity of my answer.
“No.” He said softly, “Muscular Dystrophy.”
Such a perfect figure otherwise.

12 comments:

Lolamouse said...

Powerful and poignant. Naming the monster renders it less threatening.

Kristen Haskell said...

Yes it certainly does. Thank you

Helen said...

Kristin, this was overwhelming .. brave and honest to the very core of you.

Reflections said...

Powerful, strengthening courage and direction. Beautiful!

Margaret said...

This one blows me away. Wonderfully expressed!

mjshorts said...

Very poignant.
The title sums it all up so perfectly - facing and naming our monsters take bravery.

Debra Ann Elliott said...

Powerful!

Old Raven said...

What an incredible manner in which to deal with your (an) illness. This poem tell me that you have control, that you so well articulate your feelings about the illness that your mastery of words over it ... give you power.

Morning said...

best regards, get well soon.
love the way you exercise energy and make things more comfortable.

Morning said...

best regards, get well soon.
love the way you exercise energy and make things more comfortable.

ShonEjai said...

Wow! This is beautifully written! Well done

RoHiT Iyer said...

Great piece of art, Kristin. To come up with something this blunt and courageous whilst facing your monsters is pure AWESOME-NESS!!
Thanks for dropping by my blog! I am going to follow your blog now! :)

Keep writing!!
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RoHiT