8. Healthy Looks Like
DoHH – Pieces
11/10/2023
The basics of physicality, steady hands, no tremble.
My kin, voices like home, anchoring me.
Pillars in my corner—tight-knit, roots gripping earth.
Leaning into my almost-singleness, letting solitude shape me.
Pen to paper, the returning of old rhythms.
Finally opening that book, words unraveling to new realities.
Fingers stained in something alive,
Finding new ways to mold and create.
Moving my body, not for mirrors;
For the dance of breath.
Chopping, stirring, feeding myself with intention.
Drinking water like it’s a love letter to my body.
Recording whispers of thought, catching fleeting truths.
Feeding my mind, feeding my spirit—
Building eastern altars where wisdom can dwell.
Watching my skin forgive me.
Holding my own hand in the mirror,
Learning softness, learning grace.
Stepping outside, letting the world meet me.
Calling this new place home, brick by brick.
Letting go of ghosts, unclenching my fists.
Walking lighter, gratitude humming in my chest.
Peace—not a destination, but a presence,
A presence that exceeds understanding.
Deborah Nyamu,
DoHH, 2025.
