"Butterfly" A Thyroid Poem

Shaped like a butterfly she sits within the neck

Wanting only to share her beauty throughout the body and awakening all cells

Yet faithful to her messenger she will evolve with the information sent

She can race forth spinning your entire being into a frenzy

Awakening you in the midst of the night saturated with sweat and palpitating heart

Or she can lull you to sleep and make you feel so melancholy or down right

Depressed and angry for no particular reason

Whatever the effects her presence will be felt by every part of your being

When feeling fine and neither up nor down do not think that she has forgotten you

For at this time she simply sits on her throne, her wings spread wide,
as she escorts You through your journey

There have been cells that have turned against her, most of them without the strength

To fully conquer her fortress

Other have penetrated her and have caused her great harm

But she continues to evolve with the force of such intrusions while desperately

Attempting to maintain her exalted position

She will fight to save her fortress and keep her chamber safe, but eventually she

Will give in to the information she receives and must subjugate her will to the will Of the informer

Although her wings may be clipped, she is still a beautiful butterfly, she remains

Exalted, meaning only well for the body she inhabits and loyal to her messenger

(Anonymous)