Embodied Soul – A Poem

I am not your building to burn
A scaffold of bones to lay bare
A collection of muscles to toil and turn
Take you from here to there.

I am your Temple, glorious, whole,
Made from the clay of the earth
I am the sanctuary mankind stole
From the Mother who gave you birth.

I am not a suit of skin
Containing all of the parts
Connective tissue to hold them in
Stop you from falling apart.

I am the vessel that weeps for your sins
Each small cut a scar
The holy blood that runs through my veins
Was formed in the ashes of stars.

I am not the brain that thinks
Nor the mind that needs to control
I am not the heart that sinks
When your story has taken its toll.

I am the soul that soars high above
While grounded firmly below
Spreading my wings as a blessed dove
That only the purest love knows.

© Áine Fortune 2020