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. Cracking and popping with every clasped palm and every kneel.
My muscles... heavy and sore not wanting to move anymore.
Yet, my spirit.... vibrant and pure. Singing from within full of light and life, distributing bliss and happiness to everyone in need. My spirit...a flower.. untouched in its original unadulterated form... ready for God hands to nurture and take me home. For I will never feel comfortable here, a world I was meant to be in but never apart of. I was never compatible with the blinded eyes of the world. My flesh is tired yet my spirit is ready for transition. Take me home, Father.🌱



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