“My body is a temple. And a graveyard.
Equal parts light and dark.
It makes me real. Just like you.”
For the longest time, I thought my body was more of a graveyard than a temple. But I’ve since come to realize that most temples don’t exist without some kind of graveyard nearby. Maybe it’s because people want a familiar place to come back to, where they felt closest to whatever god they believed in, their loved ones would be close, too. Or maybe, it’s merely a convenience, knowing they are nearby.
So, perhaps my body is the temple and the graveyard — all in one. Because life is never that clean. Life is never without some scars. Otherwise, could we even call it living?
But my hallowed grounds are filled with graveyards — scars — memories — all those things that have defined me, good and bad, as I’ve grown. Though most of them are inhabited by demons, things that have reshaped who I became as a person — and a woman — not all of them are ravenous and rabid. They are evidence of my survival.
So yes, my body was never just a temple, because I’ve lived. I’ve survived. And to me, having a graveyard just adds a bit of character.
My body is a temple. And a graveyard. Equal parts light and dark.
It makes me real. Just like you.
© Sarah Doughty
[Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed novels and novellas of the Earthen Witch Universe. Good news, they’re all offered for free, right here! To learn more about how awesome Sarah is, check out her website, stalk her on Instagram, and add her on Goodreads.]