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