To Last

You were built to last; goodness, why don’t you see it?

You have a heart in your chest that beats louder than the drums of a marching band; is a better engine than even the fastest car.

You have feet which cling to the ground with a vice’s grip, and have walked a thousand miles and more.

Your eyes see colour that engineers and scientists only dreamed of to begin with, that only the feathers of birds can truly replicate.

You have a brain, a mind inside it – you, inside it. It is the strongest processor we will ever find, the fastest. It is wisdom, limitless. Don’t you see?

Your hands hold fast like anchors. No sea, no storm can move them; they will not be weathered.

Your words roll from your tongue, like wisps of smoke from a blown-out match; somehow, still, they engulf like a blaze which destroys a home, or a village.

Your bones are more than calcium; they are steel. They are holding you up, while you carry the world on your shoulders, a god from ancient tales.

You were built to last; goodness, why don’t you see it?