They told me I was just forgetting,
But I wasn’t.
I buried pieces of myself
In corners where light never reached.
The shadows I wore
Had faces,
Whispers, touches.
The weight of silence too heavy to lift.
Each night, my skin
Held the echoes of things
Too broken to remember,
Too cruel to forget.
I learned to walk without seeing,
To speak without words,
To smile with the ache of ghosts
Dancing in the dark corners of my mind.
I didn’t choose to forget,
But my body carried the story.
It remembers,
What my mind keeps trying to erase.
I am both whole and shattered,
Pieces sewn together by a will
That refuses to surrender,
Even when it trembles in the wake of the past.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
They told me I was just forgetting,
But I wasn’t.
I buried pieces of myself
In corners where light never reached.
The shadows I wore
Had faces,
Whispers, touches.
The weight of silence too heavy to lift.
Each night, my skin
Held the echoes of things
Too broken to remember,
Too cruel to forget.
I learned to walk without seeing,
To speak without words,
To smile with the ache of ghosts
Dancing in the dark corners of my mind.
I didn’t choose to forget,
But my body carried the story.
It remembers,
What my mind keeps trying to erase.
I am both whole and shattered,
Pieces sewn together by a will
That refuses to surrender,
Even when it trembles in the wake of the past.
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