After I die,
I wonder how it’d be, when I exist as a soul,
I wonder what it’d be like, when I see my body from the outside,
When I look at the body that served as me when I was a human being, twisted and emotionless; placid in demeanor,
When I look at the eyes that represented my soul, gaze into me impaired of their sight; frozen at death,
When I look at the face that structured my identity when I was a human being, pale and broken; slain as I’m gone,
I wonder what it’d be like, to leave the body that gave me a home; that grew older with me and stayed my lifelong friend,
I wonder what it’d be like, to lose the body that gave me a name; that gave me a voice and followed my every command,
I wonder what it’d be like, to watch the body that gave me life and a form, turn into dust and disappear,
How will I recognize me then?
When I am naked,
When I am faceless,
How will I identify myself without my body?
I’ve been living my life contemplating on how people are temporary,
But it hits me now,
This face, these hands, these legs, this body; all of this is going to go away soon,
I will even have to leave what I recognize as myself today,
The body that I’ve always loved and considered my own, will be pulled apart from me and taken away someday,
I look up in the mirror,
I say, “I love you, you. I think I don’t appreciate you enough”,
I touch my face and feel the life on my cheeks,
The very thought that I’m going to lose this feeling one day, scares me to my very soul,
It hits me now,
And it hits me hard,
That even I am not mine to keep.
Please love your body until it belongs to you.
It is your closest friend, literally and metaphorically.