THE ONE

Who told you your body is a temple.

A place of worship to be kept pious.

Their definition of pious.

So, you try your best to sword fight your urges, sacrifice your feelings and desires on the holy ground.

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Ashamed of where your hands touched.

They burn you, they brand you with a word. An unholy one.

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Shame crash lands on your shoulder and covers you whole.

Shrinking into yourself, you make space for all the judgments.

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How do I tell you that your body is a whole world even universe in itself.

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You are The One.

The Source.

The origin and the end.

The maiden, mother, enchantress and crone.

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Temple is too minute a word to explain all that you are capable of.

Pic credit – to the artist 

Taken from victoriousvocabulary| tumblr

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