Reclaiming the Palace
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You banished me from my walls
Replaced all my tapestries with portaits of you throughout my halls
Like this place was some sort of shrine to accomodate you
But I am the prodigal son
And I have returned to not my father but to the one who brings me toil
As I approach my own palace I could hardly recognize it, but I see the blood
The blood spilled from when your putrid poison made me exhale blood
I remember the ingredients of the posion so well because it's etched into my veins:
16 Years of Self-hatred, 15 Years of Worthlessness and a lifetime of doubt
Although doubt remains, I have cultivated courage and I refuse to waiver
Although you've built up an army of self-hatred, worthlessness, and doubt
I've built an army consiting of self-love, worthiness, and conviction
No doubt I will come out of this war scathed
But it's assured I will ride atop of the hill with a sword imbued with self-love
And raise that sword to sound the victory song of my body
I've finally did it
I've reclaimed my body
And what have I become?
A warrior
A warrior who has residues of what you did to my body
Shadows of self-hatred, worthlessness, and doubt still roam my halls
But they're no longer dominant
Being that's what I have chosen for my palace
I will cast my ethereal light on the shadows and banish them as you did to me
My body is a palace and you will no defile it's perfection