[I am soul, skin and bones]
[I am soul, skin and bones]
I am soul, skin and bones;
I am the aching of my vagus nerve.
I am the weight of life, upright
Defying gravity.
I am everything I thought I was,
I am everything I could not be.
I am this effervescent smile,
I am the mirror you can gleam.
I am the happiness
Of dendrites,
And the space between the sheathes.
I am every joint, tissue and tendon
That connects to meet;
I am the marrowbone,
And every hole you cannot see.
I am five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand calories,
Wrapped into a man-sized sheet,
That hugs and loves and kisses
Six feet of earth beneath.
I am NOT my sorrow.
My sorrow is not me.
My sorrow is my child
Whose tender palm I squeeze.
I am not my death.
My death is not come me;
My life, my own, my right
To be what I was meant to be.
Posted Aug 6, 2019, 3:38 PM UTC
Oh, this is a lovely bit of poetry! Nice work, OP!