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Poem by PTSD recovery vet Joe G.
What body is this Of mine to observe?
In its bending and breathing Electrichy tarded in nerves
Folded hands, bent, fingers Crossed arms and broken nails
Held by ankles and bony fest
Heel to forefoot on rocky trails
Light in eyes, squinting
Vision converts world to wisdom
The meshed neurons directing thought Of where this body resides in the kingdom
This body is mine to hold
This mind is mine to direct
This skin, hair, tooth, and oars
This heart fecover mine, to forever protect
I have a body
My hands are mine to hold
My words are my words
I am free, I am immune to the cold
What body is this?
What components are those?
This is my domain, my vessel
I will move it in every motion please
Malce hauto, move, go
Chase the rugged mountaintopa
Dive into the fountai
Float in this body and never, never stop.