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Body

A short poem

Jocelyn Villarreal
1 min readDec 5, 2020
Photo by Oleg Ivanov on Unsplash

My body

My vessel for love

How I was taught to protect

and guard you

As though there was nothing

more sacred than you

My body

My temple for greatness

How I cared and worried

over you

And learned to love you,

gradually

How I treated you kindly

and confided in you,

to keep the darkest secrets

that remain hidden within

the colors of flesh

Oh, how I could not see

that one day, you would

betray me

And expose the pink

and reddish hues of my secrets

How you would turn me cold

when I needed warmth the most

How you would turn every

bad thought or ill feeling

into heartache and stiff joints

And leave me breathless and still

Shriveling,

as if from old age

Though all the grief and pain

Betrayal and lost

you have bestowed upon me

could not allow me to learn

how to unlove you

Perhaps, there is still hope

For me, to learn how

to forgive you

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Jocelyn Villarreal
Jocelyn Villarreal

Written by Jocelyn Villarreal

Teenage adult who likes to read and watches too many movies. Occasionally, I’ll write or ramble about things that keep me up at night.

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