My body

This body is mine —

the moon and stars, the clouds,

and this beating heart —

this body is mine.

will you let me show you

who I am?

my own shadows are

the cool cloak that

enshrouds me, keeps me

warm amidst

the aloneness of this time.

my own darkness is

the refuge to which

i return.

what is it to take refuge in

all aspects of my self?

what is it to find harmony

in my own dichotomy

of dark and light,

of pride and shame,

of commitment and uncertainty?

Right here, I go for refuge:

This body of shadow and light

is mine.