Corpus

"Your are a soul.  You have a body, but you are a soul.". -CS Lewis

My body is broken, my body's been wronged.  It's beat up and worn down and ought not have lasted this long.

But it has.

It's been endlessly forgiving, it's been more resilient than I deserve.  It's been disregarded but didn't ever desert

Me

Who am I?  What am I?

I am not the bones of my shoulders or the bulk in my middle,  I'm not the scars on thin skin or my hands, cracked and chiseled.  I'm not the flesh or the blood or the fat or the muscle; there's something more that holds me together.

A spirit. A soul.  A heart and a mind.  An opinion, a voice, a strength from inside.  It uses the vehicle my body provides, but it's worth is much greater than the girth of my thighs.

I'll leave this body, I'll leave it behind, I'll rise above it because I realize that I

Matter

Am matter.  But only for a time.  I'll take care of this matter that I used to despise.  Because I need this body, so brave and so true, I need this body so that I can do

Anything

Everything

So I can take on the world.  Conquer my fears and see that there's worth in

Me.

Just me.  Nothing more, nothing less.  I am perfect and worthy and deserving

so rest.