My Virgin Body and Mind

 

“My mind is a companion capable of enslaving me through outward desires.
It is by following him that I have received most of my wounds.”

In the shadows where whispers fade,

I see a girl’s soft voice betrayed,

her innocence a fragile bloom,

shattered beneath a heavy gloom.  

They praised her smile like dawn’s first light,

I tell myself she shone so bright,

but inside, I know the truth remains-

a silent ache that softly pains.  

A world I thought I understood,

she fell to ash, lost in the flood-

by hands that promised warmth and care,

but left her aching, stripped and bare.  

Her body, a battleground of pain,

she screams in silence, drenched in rain,

flies circle grim, a haunting swarm-

reminders of a stolen form.  

The trust I gave was fragile glass,

I watched it shatter, piece by piece-

a love I thought was pure and true,

turned into wounds I never knew.  

They say love is kind and just,

I wonder how I lost that trust,

when poison seeped into my soul,

and broke the girl I used to know.  

And in my mind, a traitor dwells-

I hear that voice, both near and far,

a lover’s mask, a false disguise,

a whisper that corrupts and lies.  

It’s my own mind, that silent thief,

I feel its claws, its cold belief,

that love is pain, that hope will fade-

a shadow in my mind’s cascade- 

My mind, a silent servant turned foe,

Enslaves with desires that overflow,

In chasing shadows, wounds accrue-

It’s by his lead I break and rue.

I fight this shadow, this inner ghost,

a battle worn, I fear the most-

for every craving, every need,

plants seeds of pain, sows doubt and bleed.  

Within this storm, I seek my peace,

a quiet voice that hopes to cease-

the endless war, the restless mind,

a path to healing I must find.  

Myself the traitor, and the guide,

I hold the pain, I hold the stealer-

the love I seek, the truth I hide,

lies deep within, I must abide.  

The wounds I carry are not just skin,

I see the scars deep within-

a war I fight in silent nights,

where doubt and fear ignite.  

Her scars are stories I conceal,

she bears them silent, wounds so real,

of innocence lost in the dark,

of tears that leave their mark, their spark.  

And still I wonder, deep inside,

I question how love can be denied-

can it be pure, can it be kind?

Or am I trapped in my own mind?  

In every quiet, shattered cry,

I ask myself the painful why-

why do shadows drown the sun,

when love should lift, when hope’s begun?  

Perhaps, in this darkness, I must learn-

I need to listen, need to turn-

to see the girl behind my fears,

to heal the wounds, confront the years.  

For I am both the thief and the healer,

I hold the pain, I hold the stealer-

the love I seek, the truth I hide,

lies deep within, I must abide.  

“Your body, like a pure maiden, is being betrayed and slain by your mind, its unfaithful lover.”