THE TEMPLE WITHIN

I wish I could live forever. I know I can’t. So I sit still sometimes, not because I’m lost, but because I’m listening for where I went quiet. I sit by a tree when the world gets too loud. Big trees feel like Abba’s hands—not rushing me to explain what my spirit knows. I am pure at heart. Not perfect. Pure. I watch what enters me: what I eat, whose thoughts I keep, who I let close. Some things feed you. Some things feed on you. I cannot live forever, but I can stop giving my life to what was never meant to live inside me. Slam Poetry by Lucyalia are copyrighted. 2026 Any use of my poem must be accompanied by my name @SurrealisticREALITY @LeuGen @cataplexia @T1963 @HollyL69 @Zibbhebu @Prattfra @DreamerSoul @Wasgij @Metaspherz @Cocolasticot @RNJ_Official @Sedona27 @SalvadorDoolalli @pegmbennett @Marcoshy @Alien00 @Trish2 https://youtu.be/9g3RFP0zQpQ?si=9j9_cetXGtU0Q0wB ↗️