My Body is a Temple

My body is a temple, my eyes are the door.

Watch where you step, there are cracks in my floor.

My body is a temple, my soul is the key.

Melted the shape, kept others from me.

My body is a temple, my windows pulled shut.

They say I lose value the moment I’m touched.

My body is a temple, my spirit was crushed.

Curiosity and joy turned rubble and dust.

My body is a temple, not mine to control.

My thoughts are so lonely, not one hand to hold.

My body is a temple, I may not colour in.

The man on my stage dictates it as sin.

My body is a temple, my heart is in ruins.

If they see the decay, they’ll just find a new one.

My body is a temple, my mouth says no more.

I stole back the key, I opened the doors.

My body is a temple, it needs some repairs.

I’ll paint all the walls, no sign you were there.

My body is my temple, I’ll do as I wish.

You’re not needed here, you are dismissed.