Instrument Of Self Poem by Jii Tee

My tongue in the middle of my mouth
feeling the edge of my teeth
Eyes focusing first here
then there and here again

Feeling of sharp
yet somehow gentle
focus lingering, circling
in my chest
My hands feel lighter
and the feet draw inspiration from the ground
which they firmly meet

Fingertips aching to understand
ignoring the pain
Pressing again and again
changing positions
Holding and moving

And as I pluck the strings
I seem to touch the core of Me
patiently creating
chords of my being
over and over again

As I'm learning to play
this instrument of music
I'm also learning to play
this instrument of Self