the trouble is this body

my skin cannot

contain my spirit,
my bones cannot
maintain my position,
my blood cannot
feed far or full enough,
my muscles cannot
move my ego,
my nerves cannot
implement my will,
my heart cannot
leverage my love.

what trouble this body,
poor vessel for my soul







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Prompt=the trouble is (blank). Inspired by my yoga practice, coupled with general strife and approaching a new birthday. Peace...