the body loves me
even when I don't love it
this animal spirit inside
is fighting tirelessly
to keep me alive
Intricate networks
of blood vessels and veins
muscles and sinews
and breathing stardust
cleverly conspiring to keep me safe
I poison its efforts with casual harm
cutting and gagging and straining its limits
imperfection is not justification for punishment
blinded to the enormous, exhausting efforts
of a body trying its very best
This quivering creature that cradles my soul
only craving compassion and care
the bare minimum of reciprocation
for non-stop, selfless service
offered in a myriad of unnoticed ways
I cannot fault it for not following vanity
and dangling me just above death
to fit in a smaller dress
it doesn't understand that desire
true love is keeping me healthy
The fierce physical innocence of this form
continues to create blood and breath and bone
to buoy me forward in this life without thanks
the precious animal that is also me
doesn't deserve such callous disregard
The mind and the body are wards of one another
it's time my mental faculties begin
carrying their own weight in the ways
of consistent loving-kindness
for this creature doing the best it can
Yes, ever since I was little I’ve had the tendency to think my mind is “me” and my body is like an animal for me to take care of. (Not that I always do a great job.) haha
This stood out to me as particularly lovely:
“This quivering creature that cradles my soul
only craving compassion and care”
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Yes, ever since I was little I’ve had the tendency to think my mind is “me” and my body is like an animal for me to take care of. (Not that I always do a great job.) haha
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