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The Softness of A Shadows
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The Beautiful Essence Of Me

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I was born with vital organs to survive as I live as an earthly loner
What happens when I die as an organ donor
My fate, essence, and creed will live in the body of someone else’s me
My soft hazel eyes without my corneas
Once implanted, will they see the beauty within the world to embrace in warmth, without deeds of hyperthermia

My smooth cappuccino hued skin
Used as a graft for someone’s third degree burns to regenerate, the scarred nerves to begin
My heart, oh my beautiful heart, the core beat of my pulse
The avid jogger of its stamina as winds chase me from getting lost
Such a vital organ to love, forgive, find peace
If it’s instilled in another body will it still remember me

My essence, the flow of blood as it pumps through the four chambers
No more a vital organ than the heart, to ever be categorized as life’s disclaimer
My non-toxic kidneys
Will they be given to someone name Katie or Sidney
Utilized for someone’s else body to filter the toxic need of their creed
Will someone else benefit from breathing with my lungs
Tried and true breathes of life from countless marathon runs

A pair, but if needed from off a lengthily waiting list, then here is your donor’s spare
Remembrance of me as I once walked, ran, or soared by feet on celestial air
Engulf the breeze with each new breath as the winds gently blows through your hair
Waiting list recipients with the call of a beep
Awake with anxiousness, feeling a hint of despair when they fall asleep

Liver Failure without a last hope
Fate bows to them daily as they mentally cope
A liver has been given, someone can now walk a mile
From a donor’s source to now store glycogen, yours can now make its own bile
My favorite essence as it rests inside of me
Thoroughly cleans my blood stream to sustain a function to be

Will you pamper my liver
No alcohol to drown it as if it’s in a river
A virgin Cosmopolitan it will accept sometimes, no drugs please to my vital organ you shall ever deliver
My sweet pancreas converting my food regulating my glucose
Will you care for it and not live footloose for the most
Knowing it came from a sexy goose, who you now have her golden egg to brag and boast

An organic lifestyle be advised my organs are very spoiled
Therefore, treat them, accordingly to function well as a car needs premium oil
The Essence of Me
So many states, I will stretch for eyes to see
Another life to go on
Hopefully, my donated organs will sing, once given an acclamation of a unified song

 

Dedicated to all who are waiting on a donor waiting list, may our Heavenly Creator continue to cradle your existence each and everyday

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