Temple

It’s taken about 20 years to love this body; 

This Temple.

Stretchmarks, scars and all.

Each mark is a hug from my ancestors 

Holding me together after every fall.

Each scar is a reminder that 

Every crack has a purpose, 

~ to let in more light.

My body is a constant series of road maps 

Looking for the treasure that is wholeness, 

But wholeness is imperfect. 

It is everything I am and everything I am no longer looking for. 

It is not a destination nor a material object-

It is a state of being. 

My imperfections are my battle scars. 

They have held me on the front lines this far, asking for nothing in return. 

It’s time I love you back. 

It’s taken about 20 years to love this body. 

Here’s to so many more of basking in its glory.