Poem: My body, my forest

My body is not a temple to be worshiped by many,

My body is a forest, deceptively alluring,

Captivating to the open eye,

Winter hides the gloom and the promise of a better tomorrow, the death, the grief, the pain,

Spring sweeps lazily through the seasonal door,

It is time to clean house,

For the roots of my truth are deep,

I have many different ecosystems of thought and feeling, most harmonious, a few not so,

Now is my time to protect my peace, for my birds of dreams, my worms and beetles of evolution and change and for the home of my soul.......

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