Protein army

To which protein

I owe my day?

To the social that makes me breath?

To the tiny that shuttle energy?

Or to the millions outside my body?

Many and unique,

Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,

Proteins give me everyday

That molecular food

I cannot find on my table.

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Day scars

Tired of wearing my armour,
I rest careless on this wooden chair,
No care for winners or losers
But only for safe guardians
Of the everyday life.
Another day is over
With no fresh scars on my body
But invisible dry marks
Close to the heart.