Mystic, Yogi, Entrepreneur
This body is a temple
The priestess trapped inside
Solid doors that will not open
Protecting all they hide
There are no brightened windows
It’s funny how two Latin words
Can make it all so clear
I really don’t know how to feel
Now the knowing is so near
I believe it is a blessed curse
To face this battle alone
Just me, myself and I to nurse
Broken heart, tired bone
I got sick. And I got scared.
The strong shoulder I could lean on
Well It wasn’t really there
Too busy “at the gym”
It’s been a rough day. And it’s not even 9 am.
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