The body remembers what the mind forgets.
It carries the echoes of every unspoken thing.
I stretch my fingers, and they recall the weight
of hands that once held me,
of prayers whispered into the dark.
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I walk, and my bones ache with old stories,
with names I have not spoken in years.
Even silence has a shape, a pulse.
Even forgetting leaves fingerprints on the floor.
About the Creator
Marvelous Michael
I’m so glad you are here!
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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Like muscle memory... beautifully written and descriptive.