That's Not Me In That Box

That's not me

That's not me in that box
I'll not be shrouded
Or cushioned on silk
Do not dress me in Cotton
Perfect me for heaven
I shall let nothing contain me
As it's just a shell
All muscle and sinew
Fibre and hair
Nothing I need now
As I am
As air

That's not me in that box
Perfectly place
I'm not beautifully made up
Hands praying on chest
That's not me in that box
Nothing shall hold me
As God created me
My soul was set free

My love
That's not I
Looking like china with alabaster skin
Close your eyes, listen
Do you not see
Slight change in the atmosphere
As you stand close to me
Please say you feel the warmth on your chest
As I snuggle into you
I breath in your neck
If your fingers tingle
I'm holding your hand
I promise ill do this as long as I can
The smell of white musk
Creak on our stairs
That's me my love
I'll stay with your here

Mum, dad
It's not your girl
In a casket of oak
I can be part of the wind
Or anything I like
I can be for you
The warmth of the sun
Shimmer of leaves as dusk moves in
I'll be your comfort
As you cry and can't breath
I'll hold you up if you stumble and scream
I'll be for you
Whatever brings ease
I'll be memories of autumn, summer or spring
Tangled Christmas lights and blackberry picking
Warm hot baths
Water bottles in winter
For you I'll be anything
That could make this easier

That is not I
Sealed within oak and cushioned on silk
I am everything
As everything is me
I'll stay with you all
For as long as you need