My awful poem skills:

My Dearest Body.

My dearest body,
You once were the home to a happy soul,
A light that flickered in green eyes,
A girl who danced along the light of night,
Now sits alone with crumpled bones.

A twisting, a turning in the mind,
The world spins, whirls, and twirls,
She runs, and runs, and runs,
Despite her strongest efforts,
She cannot keep up.

In a world that does not believe,
She struggles to find relief,
She hunts down power to fight,
To fight for a regular life.

How sick the stomach,
How weary the mind,
She took your hand,
You were so kind,
You lifted her up,
But cannot heal her.

She will be okay,
Its just a inquest,
Before the harshest judge,
Even with her blessings pressed,
She will one day,
Pass this test.