Heart be Still
There are moments that take your breath away.
A lot of moments in every day.
Some come with sweat,
Some with debt,
And some are the reward after a lot of fret.
Through the years
We shed so many tears
That wet our face
And with our sweat kept pace.
We get one life to live.
We can keep ourselves hidden or freely give.
Many of us choose the forbidden fruit
That does a number on those we love, our lives, and our birthday suit.
Our bodies are our only true witness.
To the world they whisper our choices, our neglect, even our fitness.
With these secrets others determine our worth with a glance.
Are we worthy of friendship or courtship? Could we be worth the chance?
It is our image that we share.
Do we shun the world or invite others to care?
We beat ourselves up, we tear ourselves down, of ourselves we constantly judge:
And then after all that, we tell ourselves it's okay to eat fudge.
Few people care about the numbers on the scale;
Except for those that feel they fail.
So, if on that little box you feel like a whale
And that your body feels not like a temple, but more like a jail;
Then begin to move even if you're no faster than a snail.
Choose foods that naturally represent the rainbow
And that aren't fried and covered in dough.
One can change anytime until. . .
The heart be still.
