self confidence

my body is holy.

call me a cathedral, the bones it was built on worthy of of sainthood.

open up my gates and you will feel the presence of divinity.

i mean my body is sacred.

the roots i have planted are entwined in good earth,

the earth in which Peter is entombed.

i set fires behind my eyes.

they burn like the stars above your head.

my mind; a palace.

rooms upon rooms holding secrets from previous generations no one can fully understand anymore.

yet only a single bedroom, in it my perception of my body.

my body sanctimonious and mangled,

raised on an alter, battered and worn.

I know my worth, 

it has taken hundreds of beatings ,

it has taken blood spilling,

to realize this blood flows like rivers.

and these rivers are pure and untouched.

break my skin and spill my blood and be baptized in the waterfalls of my existence.

break my heart and spill my tears and feel stars fall.

break my skull and spill my mind and watch a kingdom crumble.