senses

if I had to give up one of my senses 
it would be my sense of balance 
I don't have much of one anyway
but never taste
I don't think I would ever smile again if I couldn't taste my grandmother's homemade soups
never touch
I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't feel my mother's hugs
never smell
I refuse to give up that sharp rustic fall smell, the smell of freshly chopped wood and maple leaves
never sight 
I would rather lose an arm than not be able to see your sweet moonbeam of a face
never hearing
without music I would lose my sanity altogether 
(not that there's to much to lose)
never my sense of being 
I question it every day, I don't need any less of it. 
and I'd never give up emotions
cause when you think about it
those are senses to 
you can sense what a person is feeling
and you can use your feelings to understand them.
just as you can use your sense of smell 
to understand they need a shower.
badly.
so out of all those things,
I'd rather lose my balance.
than lose anything else. 
and now you know why.