buz and hum lives in my feet
anxiety chooses to reside in my teeth
consious of my lips,
pirsed with an anger not willing to be released.
in the muscles is the sorrow
in the stomache is the sickness
it's the eyes that lie,
the voice steers the boat.
body fights,
mind gives in everything,
voice leads my person
throught the maze of life.
each hearbeat.
each breath.
this body is my future.
the past is my bread.
-by bessie
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