Every Part

My whole life, I’ve been stuck

within this never-ending skin

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full of hundreds of bones,

joints that groan and moan

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Arms, legs, feet, hands

blood that pumps, air that flows, limbs that move

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Eyes to see, nose to smell, ears to hear

Every little thing in service of us, to keep us going

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We all have one that stays with us forever

It’s up to us how we treat it

what we put in it

what we do with it

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Every day we wake up with it, go to bed encased in it

every movement,

every choice we make,

it comes along

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It reaps the consequences of decisions made by us all

Why can’t we decide to love every part

until we fall?