Take Me Home, Father.
My skin...So..soft and fragile.
Every line, every crevice, every hair, every beauty mark, every scar, every blemish in its designated space.
My brain, every neuron...every electric bolt set out on a mission for discovery and understanding.
My heart... softly beating to its own tune, playing melodies for awareness and acceptance yet to be discovered.
My bones.. aching with pain yet provides movement still....
Every line, every crevice, every hair, every beauty mark, every scar, every blemish in its designated space.
My brain, every neuron...every electric bolt set out on a mission for discovery and understanding.
My heart... softly beating to its own tune, playing melodies for awareness and acceptance yet to be discovered.
My bones.. aching with pain yet provides movement still....