my body is a room. 

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a room full of doubts like whether life ever gets easier. 

a room full of miracles that I have witnessed.

 a room full of flaws that I’m learning to embrace. 

a room full of secrets that only the nights sky has heard 

 

my body is a room. 

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Knock twice. Once on my mind, another on my soul 

and my heart will decide. 

sometimes I lose the key. I leave it

 at the bottom of the ocean or under 

the pillow at my lovers house but then

 somehow it always finds me 

 

my body is a room. 

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It has seen many storms, a few hurricanes and one massacre. 

I trace the scars in my mirror each morning and they remind me of the

Lessons that they hold. It is easy to forget the pain 

of a wound when it heals.  I have to remind myself. 

 

my body is a room. 

 

I am still learning the borders. learning to wipe her windows when tears 

fall, learning to listen when it rumbles, learning to understand when

 the wall cracks, learning to forgive when it misses a beat, learning to love it

 when it sins. 

 

my body is a room I am learning to dwell in.