I am in pain I cannot trace,
a hurt without timestamps or warning signs.
I remember the flowers, not the fall.
I remember the light, not the moment it left.
If my mind erased the path here,
please don’t erase me with it.
Loosen my grip on what cuts me.
Teach my hands how to let go
without feeling like I’m losing myself.
Sit with me in this blur.
Be my map when memory fails.
And if healing starts quietly,
let it start today.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
I am in pain I cannot trace,
a hurt without timestamps or warning signs.
I remember the flowers, not the fall.
I remember the light, not the moment it left.
If my mind erased the path here,
please don’t erase me with it.
Loosen my grip on what cuts me.
Teach my hands how to let go
without feeling like I’m losing myself.
Sit with me in this blur.
Be my map when memory fails.
And if healing starts quietly,
let it start today.
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