My body was once a temple,
And I, the Goddess.
I tended to the needs of my temple,
treating it with care.
My body was once in ruins,
And I, the shunned queen.
I weeped in the mess that was once my temple.
My body is a work in progress,
And I, the hard worker.
I am cementing the walls shut,
So as to not fall any more.
My body will be my temple,
And I will be the Goddess.
My temple is plastered with scars and stretch marks from years of wear and tear,
But it is my temple,
And I will love it once more.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
My body was once a temple,
And I, the Goddess.
I tended to the needs of my temple,
treating it with care.
My body was once in ruins,
And I, the shunned queen.
I weeped in the mess that was once my temple.
My body is a work in progress,
And I, the hard worker.
I am cementing the walls shut,
So as to not fall any more.
My body will be my temple,
And I will be the Goddess.
My temple is plastered with scars and stretch marks from years of wear and tear,
But it is my temple,
And I will love it once more.
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