Me and my body

Me, I, myself and my body
are inseparable,
until the evitable. 
I share a space,
A body-shaped space
that has grown as I have grown,
bearing signs and invisible scars
that are me, I,  myself.
This body, an amalgam of genes
that resemble the past, is me.
These eyes that look at the world,
do not see me
though my green flecked irises see these aging hands
holding this pen
as it moves over the page.
My lungs expand and deflate,
my heart beats steadily and 
my stomach silently does its work
Me, I, myself, am not just
this face, this voice, this body.
I am thoughts tumbling over and over.
I am words that escape and return.
I am desire, hope and wonder.
And when the inevitable comes
and I leave this body to decay,
Me, I, myself will still be.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 16 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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