just a poem

I was trying to nap on the sofa after having not enough sleep and a poem wouldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it down. here you go:

My body is a temple

This body, oh this body of mine.
A broken temple... Or so it seemed.
Built of pain and scars and other people's enjoyment.

Then came a heartbeat. Then came a life, a light, a hope.

And I was reconstructed.
Built of hands to hold and arms to carry.
Curves made to be pillows.
For this child I love.