my bones
are made up
of all the things
that made me weak

my face
shows
how much I
could take

my lips
made up of
the things I regret
saying

my will
explaining
how much I've
already taken

my mind
made up of
all the things
I've yet to say

my hands
showing
what I'm capable of
and who I want to hold

my soul
made up of
all the things
that make me alive

my feet
bringing me
to places I need to nurture
and to places I'm to ponder