I once saw my body

Like a forest,

burned to the ground and uninhabitable.

My hair drops like leaves

As the cold makes me shake

And at first

I think

I am death. 

But then I see how the soft heads

Of young creatures

Are sheltered in the soft curve of my stomach;

A protruding shelter for the weak 

My thighs spread across the floor

Two puddles

I thought I'd drown in. 

But they are warmth

They are a place to drink the comfort of a mother

My scars

Crossing my skin in every direction

Which I though made me repulsive

Are sticks in a birds nest

All holding me together.

I am a home.

I am a forest.

The curves and scars and impresfections make me 

The perfect shelter.