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Yesterday, fever held me hostage.

I lay still -

drained to the bone,

too weak to argue with my own body.

And somewhere between exhaustion and silence,

I realised something profound

about life,

about the human body,

and the strange perfection in how

God created all things in pairs.

I thought I was taking care of myself.

But no -

my body was taking care of me.

My hands rested against my forehead,

measuring the heat I could no longer endure.

Those same hands placed wet cloth upon my skin

with a gentleness I rarely offer myself.

When thirst arrived,

my legs carried me towards water.

My trembling hands lifted the bottle,

guiding life back into me sip by sip.

And there I was -

watching this silent loyalty unfold within me.

Then it became clear.

I am merely a soul,

fragile and unseen.

But this body -

this flesh, these bones, these weary hands -

stand guard over my existence.

It continues to serve me,

even in my neglect.

The soul and the body -

two companions bound together

until time separates them.

So honour your body.

One day, you will realise

it has carried your suffering in silence

far longer than anyone else ever could.

And honour your soul too,

for without it,

the body is only an empty shelter.

- A piece of my mind

To hold is to let go.

To live is to die.

To love is to suffer.

To remember is to forget.

To create is to destroy.

To smile is to dissolve.

To win is to fail.

And still -

we reach,

as if any of it were ours to keep.

Remember this -

as you cling to your breath.

------ A Piece of My Mind