Music - Chikaboo Designs

she had the same strings for 10 years

until one day they snapped and she had to restring herself

then, she found herself singing

at first she felt scared that she wasn’t any good

but it brought her such joy, so she continued

and with time she forgot what good meant

she started to see the beauty of her curves,

the brown of her body

she smelt her insides and found the smells of the wood she was made of,

surprised that after all this time the odour could be so strong

she felt the marks that had accumulated over the years;

marks of childhood

of travel

of experience

and for maybe the first time, she felt grateful just to be