My body is a sacred place to me
It is the map to all the places I've been
It's where I keep my scars
and the names of people who put them there
Every inch of it has a story to tell
It's where I keep all my secrets
It's my greatest strength
and my biggest weakness
Because once you see it
you shall know everything , there is to know
My first fall
My first fight
The first time I wished I was someone else
My insecurities
and everything I've concealed
from the world
The key to all my mysteries are here
on me, within me
why I walk the way I walk
or Talk the way I talk
You shall finally be able
to wade into the depths of my eyes
and understand the volumes they speak
You will be able to hear my silence
and see my stillness
And I have loved every bit of me
For these stirring secrets are not for all to see
So you can go ahead and call me things
but you cannot worship here unless
You unlock my soul.
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UNSUNG BALLADS
PoetryThe ocean does not apologise for it's depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so neither shall I. This is some of my original poetry , that was getting too tired sitting on the last pages of my notebooks.
