My Pelvic floor talks to me
it tells me my life
it meters how I am
Each moment of the day
It holds on
when I hold on
it lets go when I let go
When I hold on
I stop breathing
when I let go
I breathe
When I hold on
it grips my sacram
My tongue presses
against the roof of my mouth
My mind
My will
My pelvic floor
Maria Sangiorgi June 1999