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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