"The Temple Within: A Poetic Journey to Self-Love"

The Temple Within
By [Your Name]
Published on Vocal Media


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Your soul is not broken,
It’s simply buried beneath the noise.
Noise of opinions, expectations, failures—
All the voices that are not yours.

Pause.

Can you hear the whisper?
The silence before the sunrise?
That is where your truth lives.
That is where love begins.


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Your body is a sacred temple—
Not because it’s flawless,
But because it’s alive.
It breathes, it aches,
It carries memories of your ancestors.
It carries you.


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Your scars are holy scriptures.
Your stretch marks are stories of expansion.
Your wrinkles are reminders of laughter,
And of tears that cleaned the soul.

This body has loved.
It has lost.
And still, it walks.


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Inside, your spirit sits cross-legged,
Waiting.
Patient.
Kind.
She doesn’t yell.
She hums.

She hums in your heartbeat,
In the goosebumps on your skin
When music touches truth.


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There is no shame in falling.
There is beauty in rising.
But there is divinity in stillness—
In sitting with your pain,
In letting it speak,
Instead of silencing it.


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You were never meant to be perfect.
You were meant to be real.


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Feel your breath.
It is the wind of centuries,
Passed down to you from stardust and soil.
From mothers who sang lullabies,
And fathers who held silence like stone.

You are the dream of a thousand souls.
You are their answered prayer.

Walk like you know it.
Speak like it’s sacred.
Cry when you must.
Dance when you feel.


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Love is not only what you give.
It is what you allow yourself to receive.
Stand under the moonlight tonight.
Say nothing.
And feel loved.


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You don’t need to earn your worth.
You are worth.
You don’t need to chase peace.
You are peace.


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Your heart has broken open a hundred times—
Not to weaken you,
But to expand you.

Each crack is a door.
Walk through.


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The child in you still waits—
Not for perfection,
But for play.
She doesn’t care about your schedule,
Or your to-do list.
She wants to run barefoot in the grass.
She wants to be held.
Will you hold her?


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There is no enemy greater than your own shame.
There is no healer greater than your own forgiveness.

Speak softly to yourself tonight.
Whisper, “I matter.”
Say it again.
Louder.
Believe it.


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You are the sun and the shadow.
The question and the answer.
The seed and the bloom.
The pain and the healing.

You contain multitudes.
And all of them are worthy of love.


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Your journey is not meant to look like anyone else's.
Comparison is a thief of joy—
And you are no thief.
You are a giver.
A creator.
A vessel of divine possibility.


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Yes, you have failed.
Yes, you have hurt others.
Yes, you have made mistakes.
But you are not your mistakes.

You are the lesson that came after.
You are the apology whispered at midnight.
You are the growth sprouting in silence.


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Every morning the sun rises,
Even if the clouds hide it.
Every night the stars burn,
Even if your eyes are too tired to see.

You are like that—
Always glowing,
Even when unseen.


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The body you criticize?
It’s the body that held you through grief.
That danced at your best friend’s wedding.
That carried you when you couldn’t walk through life.

Bow to it.
Thank it.


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The mind you doubt?
It’s the mind that created solutions,
Even in chaos.
It imagined futures,
Even when reality felt cruel.

Honor it.


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The heart you think is weak?
It’s the heart that loved,
Even when it wasn’t returned.
That stayed open,
Even when it was broken.

Cherish it.


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This is not a poem.
It is a mirror.
Hold it close.
Look in.
Do you see it?

The fire.
The softness.
The truth.


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You are not alone.
Even when you feel like the last star in the sky.
You are connected—
To the wind,
To the ocean,
To every soul who ever dared to feel.


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You are part of the universe.
And the universe is part of you.

You are not outside of love.
You are love,
In its rawest, most beautiful form.


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So tonight,
Light a candle.
Write a letter to yourself.
Let it begin with: “I forgive you.”
Let it end with: “I love you.”


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And if the world never claps,
Clap for yourself.
If no one sees your progress,
Celebrate it anyway.

Your soul knows.
And that is enough.


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You are enough.
You are worthy.
You are loved.


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Let the temple within shine. The world needs your light.