Poem: A Fragile Foundation

My body is a temple
in the middle of the Amazon jungle

overgrown with weeds
but teeming with secrets

The walls are crumbling
insides fragile with rot

but potent spells
adorn the walls

just waiting
to be unlocked

Spells of will, power
to keep going despite it all.

Not all magic is pure
some are of bitterness and spite

Memories of times gone by
when health was taken for granted.

It looks solid and mysterious on the outside
how can such a strong place be so fragile?

It doesn't look so dire and dangerous
in the pictures in the travel books.

But the soul is not its container
And somehow it finds a way to go on

As the mists close in
the temple keeps its valiant fight.