if her body was a temple
with pointed steeples for her ears
and great tall towers of buildings
reflecting
the sky in her eyes
would you wander there
and finding the stained glass
windows broken, the tiles
cold scattered
light
glinting
from the ceiling
where it shattered
would you
see how the cycle
rebuilt
herself
and how her careful hands
reimagined
what strength in the beautiful
looks like
by her own definition and will.
~
RNH
