For being whole
For allowing me to see
And I am sorry I have taken you for granted
I didn't think it would come to this
Thank you my body
For giving me imagination
Allowing me to respond to stimulus
And not making me mute
Or deaf, like Beethoven
Who knows what he would have done if
He had been able to hear?
Thank you my body
For giving me solace
I'm sorry I make you cry
And you're last on my list of to-dos
On most days
Thank you my body
For your mitochondria
For being there for me
And I'm sorry I treat you so
And don't take care of you
All the systems inside you
Demand my attention
And I give it to others
I stay up nights pining
For love
When my lover left me with a person I thought
Was a friend
I stay up all night because I have dreams
Of how to exhaust you more
Until under torture
You break
Your bones become brittle
Your heart riddled with holes
Foreign bodies in your ribs
I'm sorry my body
For not listening to your cries of pain
I promise to try harder
Don't give up on me just yet
The Bilge Master
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