As a TempleA Poem by Kyla HWhen I was tearing myself apart, I often heard that my body was a temple. That I should treat it as if divine, but I had often felt opposed. My body felt as a prison then, the one physical presence keeping me grounded to my hell, anchoring me here. Now, with brief moments of clarity, I feel an aspect of guilt. I had worked so hard to destroy the one thing fighting to keep me here. When I had created those scarlet canyons, products of my own self hatred, my body was the only thing to bandage it back up. To stitch it back together. I was too weak, too loathing to care for my own self. I had let these scars seep in depression, And had ignored my own turmoil. And now I am grateful for my presence. That I can feel the sun radiate joy, hear the wind whisper calming reassurances, touch the water and feel its force. In these times, I am happy for my prescnce. And just like these forces of nature, I too will have my times of uncertainty, of hesitance. But I will rebound just like the waves of a mighty ocean, and return to the shores with great impact, For I too am a force of nature.
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5 Reviews Added on March 17, 2015 Last Updated on March 17, 2015 AuthorKyla HAboutFor me personally, I like to think of poetry as an outlet, and that means a lot of the time I don't put in too much effort to put in in proper format. Sorry! more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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