This Body

his body is my home. This is where i sleep, eat, breathe, and live. This body is my tower. Two long legs and arms that are weaker than a small fly. This body is my shelter. A set of hair on my head and a thick skull that keeps all my thoughts from rushing out into the open. This body is my comfort. It has proven to me that i get healthy every time i am sick. And that no matter how bad things are, my heart will always keep pumping blood into my veins. This body is my friend. It accompanies me everywhere I go. This body has been through a lot more than anyone knows but through less than the people that actually have the right to complain. This body has lived in three different countries, each time feeling like a foreigner. This body has never known where it belongs. This body soaks up knowledge like a sponge, for it cares and it wants to learn. This body is my number one fan. It motivates me when nobody else knows i need it. This body is still a child.  It has yet to explore all the different faults and cracks of this world. This body will never stop growing. This body is my worst enemy. It will break me apart when i have a dream, goal, or vision and tell me that i am not good enough. This body let's me know that I am weak and that my dreams are bizarre and can never be accomplished. This body is insecure, it has doubt and it is very scared. But I am here to tell this body now, that i no longer am afraid.