My body houses all the battles I refuse to acknowledge,
My body houses the joy from memories I've long since forgotten,
My body houses all the wars and their wreckage ,
My body houses all of my unspoken dreams and visions.
So the least I can do is treat it with a kind demeanor,
After years of hatred unreserved,
Now I suppose I can smile again when looking in the mirror,
Not releasing rivers of hatred against yourself does you good, I observed.
- Authors: Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym)
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- Published: February 24th, 2026 03:58
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