I often forget how very human I am

I am aware of its strangeness, but I often forget how very human I am. I am realizing this was a dissociative response to pain, I fled my own body out of emotional terror. It was too much to bear, the flashbacks of cruelty embedded into my skin made my body feel like a devilish prison. Now it is no wonder to me that I look at clouds with envy and longing, for they are free and unburdened by form. But I do not want to live a life of longing to be what I innately cannot have so long as I breathe. To do this I must be more mindful of living my human experience through my physical body and not despite it. Self portraiture is a tool that helps remind me that I hold the power to unite my mind, body and heart, and that no one or thing can ever again unbind the trinity of my being. My body is my home on this planet, my body is the sanctuary that houses my mind and heart, a vessel that deserves my own adoration and respect.