7 Minute Prologue

These are my hands.
You can hold it
but you can't tie them together.


This is my face.
You can stare at it
But you can't tell what it says.


These are my lips.
You can tell them to open
but can't dictate what to say.


These are my eyes.
They can see your outside
but you can't fake what they see inside.


This is my brain.
You can make it ponder
But can't make it not think what it wants.

This is my head.
You can make it twirl
But you can't diffuse its reality.

And this is my heart.
You can hear it beating
But you can't really hear it shouting your name.


This is me.
You can destroy me
But you can't keep me from getting up again.
Stronger.
Collected.
Whole.