Harder than an ode to a lover,
an exercise in self-love and awareness,
I close my eyes and try to remember,
what it is I'm made of.

My hands, my lips, my soft, strong back.
The way my foot always seems to wrap
around the chair's leg and taps
and adds a beat to every tune.

My *******, my knees, my reliable heart.
A spot appeared on distant toe,
I wonder if cancer does approach
turning me into something else.

My feelings, my words, they come so fast.
I often yearn to change the past.
With cruel focus I concentrate on now,
I strive for life today.

My fears, my ego, my racing thoughts
betraying every promise, distraught
by guilt and joy and love and
distracted again.

I learn, I regress, I cheat, I lie
A bad person, a good person,
not a person at all.
Through all this I'll try to wave a flag only of love.