“I just want to hug you,” you say —
so easily.
But all I hear
is the anxiety in my gut,
and all I feel
is my trembling limbs.
“I just want to hold your hand,”
you say again —
but all I can see
are my palms sweating,
my head spinning,
my mind racing.
“I just want to play with your hair,”
you whisper —
but I can only see
my fingers fidgeting,
fixing my hair
again,
and again.
And maybe you’ll never know
how deep trauma runs through my blood.
For even if I try
to gather it all
in words,
my throat would betray—
and lie.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The spirit is strong but the body is weak. How often the physical betrays the emotional. A touching poem of sentiment betrayed.
Very emotive words Meera.
Andy
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