
The Body Remembers: A Poem About Living With Invisible Pain
Introduction: Pain isn’t always a scream. Sometimes it’s a whisper, a tightness in your chest,

Introduction: Pain isn’t always a scream. Sometimes it’s a whisper, a tightness in your chest,

Introduction: Sometimes, love doesn’t end in flames—it ends in silence. This is a poem about

Introduction: Miscarriage is a kind of grief that speaks in whispers—one not always acknowledged by

Introduction: Some people don’t just enter your life—they rewrite your entire story. This is a

Introduction: Some pain doesn’t end when the day does. It follows you to bed. It

Introduction: Loneliness doesn’t always begin in isolation—it often begins after love. After laughter. After someone

Introduction: There’s a certain cruelty to absence without closure. When someone vanishes, the world becomes

Introduction: Some days change everything—and yet look the same. The sun rises, the birds sing,

Introduction: Some sadness isn’t about people. It’s about places. Moments. Versions of ourselves we can