Speaking Story...

My body is a temple.
Inside, there are ruins,
From times of war, of
Love, of destruction, of

My temple, has been used
Robbed, things
Stolen that I will never get back.

Underneath, flows sacred
Springs of water,
It washes away the imperfections,
It nourishes, and it destroys. Water—
It is the foundation of life.

Wash away the guilt, for it is too heavy
Wash away the memories
They feel like rocks inside my throat
Wash away the anger—it clouds the
Connection between my spirit and my heart.

My body is a temple, with treasures
Yet to be discovered. Although
Many have stolen, I cherish it with gifts of love, of forgiveness
Of preservation.