My Best Friend
My Best Friend:
I have treated this body so poorly..yet still it fights for me.
Reminding me when to eat..when to sleep..when to drink.
It gives me pain when it is time to reflect on the cause.
It gives me the opportunity to change, over and over again.
It rewards me with movement so that I may see new things.
It executes my unearned gift to create an artistic impression.
It informs me that anger hurts by the knotted pain in my stomach.
It gives me compassion in my heart and is shown by the tears I shed.
I am lucky to be blessed with this body.
And I hope it continues it's faithful knowledge.
Casting it my way.
Copyright © Lee Locklair | Year Posted 2014
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