"My Body Remembers"
My body remembers
what my mouth won’t say —
the heaviness I swallowed
just to make it through the day.
It remembers the “I’m fine”
when I wasn’t.
The long sighs I tucked away
behind polite smiles
and quiet obedience.
The stress didn’t scream —
it whispered,
then settled into my shoulders,
curled into my spine,
and made a home in my jaw
that clenches even in sleep.
I used to think rest
was just sleep.
But how can I rest
when my body is still standing
on invisible battlegrounds?
I am tired in places
no pillow can reach.
Worn out in ways
that tea and a warm bath
cannot fix.
This is not just tiredness.
It’s grief.
It’s responsibility.
It’s pretending to be okay
so no one worries.
But still—
my body breathes.
Still, it stays.
Still, it carries me
through mornings I dread
and nights I wish would last longer.
One day,
I’ll thank it out loud.
Not for being perfect,
but for being mine.
For surviving
what I didn’t even have words for.😶
-Wendy-
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
