Temple

Manifest Joy... right?
That all you have to do -
You just continue to be happy,
And everything will fall
Into place and be

Perfect?

What is perfect?
Not this life 
Where every time I move 
I am reminded that 
My body- this temple-
Has a garden that bears no fruit.

I lay fallow.

But there is more to food
Than fruit
And there is more to life than
Love.

As the slippery kisses slide down the steps
In blood
I am reminded
There are bigger dreams
And time is precious.

What little we are allowed
Is sacred.

We wait for the world to set things right
But don't look to our own hands
To build a pathway to the temple
Inviting opportunity.

The gods help those who put in effort
Smiling with pride
That you can change the world.

Garbage

Garbage by ToryLynn

I moved in here months ago
But I couldn't bear to do this
Go through the old memories
Throwing you away.

It has taken me this long
To settle into acceptance
That my life has utterly changed
And I am rid of you.

I tuck away a few precious things
But in bulk, things must go away
And I have moved on
And so must the things I have accumulated.

The bag of stuffed animals,
The old clothes that no longer fit
The papers, the dust, the accountrement,
The meanings that no longer mean anything,

And here I sit,
In the middle of the mess
that you left behind.
Throwing away memories

To make new ones better.

Moving Day- a poem by ToryLynn

Backsore and armtired
And this empty room echoes
With a tinny vibration
How did it get this far?

Love loomed in these rooms
And now the silence sings
A different tale.
One of loss and hurt.

Close the door
And let the hum die down
Of a marriage lost to time
Leaving behind only

Two golden bands,
together on the counter
And two hearts
Going seperate ways.