Me, I, myself and my body
until the evitable.
I share a space,
A body-shaped space
that has grown as I have grown,
bearing signs and invisible scars
that are me, I, myself.
This body, an amalgam of genes
that resemble the past, is me.
These eyes that look at the world,
do not see me
though my green flecked irises see these aging hands
holding this pen
as it moves over the page.
My lungs expand and deflate,
my heart beats steadily and
my stomach silently does its work
Me, I, myself, am not just
this face, this voice, this body.
I am thoughts tumbling over and over.
I am words that escape and return.
I am desire, hope and wonder.
And when the inevitable comes
and I leave this body to decay,
Me, I, myself will still be.