The Many One

When I broke my hand
 My foot never asked if it was okay
 The pain of cracked collagen can't compare though to the separation anxiety
 I feel inside my frame when a cut on my foot goes untreated
 It may not matter to the rest
 Until it festers and spreads
 Until all of me is dead
 Is this when I will finally take notice of
 A separated self
 Living under the same roof
 A house divided against itself cannot stand
 So I sit
 Paralyzed from the neck down
 Neck deep in a self-made grave
 All the wisdom and knowledge in the world caught in my throat
 Like a piece of bread that went down the wrong pipe
 My body is broken
 For you
 Rebelled against yourself
 Hating the health that you were created for
 Never knowing more than one strand of rope
 Binding every member tightly
 And distinctly apart from one another
 Brother from brother
 Sister from sister
 Uncaring for how the family is faring
 Yet still daring to call itself one
 Nation under God
 Indivisible, but not so prime
 Liberty and justice just this time
 Because every day, my eye tries to tell my waistline that it does not belong but as long as you
 Banish all that which is not perfect
 You will have nothing to stand on, touch with, or see through
 You cannot exist apart from you who is the sum the of our parts doing our part
 What one can start
 Another can end
 What others have broke together we mend
 When one needs strength we all can lend
 So send out a message to all of our members in every corner, crevice, and category
 To every finger, face, and forearm
 That we are the separately united
 We are the individual collective
 The isolated joined, the scattered gathered the disjointed conjointed, anointed
 Under one head
 Around one heart
 We are the many
 And we are one