Body Keeps Walking
And finally speaks.
Something started to stir.
Ground shifts beneath me,
not physically.
Rocks still crunch below.
Trees still sway above.
Walking forward,
carrying what I haven't forgotten.
Body remembers what I tried to silence.
Jaw clenching
when I said I was fine.
The breath held
before entering noisy rooms.
Performing.
Barely holding on.
It remembers,
not to punish.
And out here,
it finally speaks.
Wind doesn't judge tension.
Trail doesn't ask for better,
faster,
stronger.
I forget,
the body remembers.
One honest step
at a time.
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