Song of I
Feeling the breeze pass around me
Everything that I feel my body exaggerates
Helping to protect me from the harsh world
All having a meaning, a story to tell
Just an object among the trees
Common as a rock on the ground
Though there is much more
My thoughts are mine
Belonging to no one else
As your thoughts don’t belong to me
Breathing in and out
Feeling my heart shake my body
Beating out my finger tips
Each pump meaning I’m still alive
Sound is everywhere
Life sings a song
Soaking it all in
Calm and relaxing
Smelling nothing, but myself
Different oils I release
The atmosphere to which I’m exposed
Making up the sent given
Bending, turning, stretching
The amazing ways of muscle, bone, and skin
All working together just to right these words
Every freckle, scar, and crease
Making up what I am
Organs working together
Carrying me though my days
Without them I am nothing
An object among the trees
Copyright © Angela Mineau | Year Posted 2009
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