Every Part
The opening piece to part one of my poetry collection
My whole life, I’ve been stuck
within this never-ending skin
—
full of hundreds of bones,
joints that groan and moan
—
Arms, legs, feet, hands
blood that pumps, air that flows, limbs that move
—
Eyes to see, nose to smell, ears to hear
Every little thing in service of us, to keep us going
—
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
—
Every day we wake up with it, go to bed encased in it
every movement,
every choice we make,
it comes along
—
It reaps the consequences of decisions made by us all
Why can’t we decide to love every part
until we fall?
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Isabella Walker
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Beautifully written and touching! "Every little thing in service of us, to keep us going." Ugh, it's common for us to take for granted all of the wonderful things our bodies do for us. This truly penetrated my heart and almost brought me to tears. I always talk about how much more mindful I want to be of what I put into or on my body, and take care of it because it's the only one I have. I had surgery a month ago to remove my adenoids and tonsils because of tonsillitis. It took that surgery for me to come to realize that the best person to take care of me is myself. No one can take care of you as good as you can, and it's important to give yourself that love. Especially on the days you're tired and may not feel like going, because that's when you need it most.
That question at the end was so deep. I have no idea why can't we do that. Loved your poem!