Muscle Memory

Gorgeous and raw.
It gives an uneasy feeling but simultaneously is beautiful how you craft your words.

Thank you so much 💖

Dear L,

Somewhat mysterious to me. The muscles store every memory and yet they are selective in how they allow us to recall things. I like to think it’s protective but I’m never truly sure. Pain and sorrow and dreaded anticipation we’re woven expertly in this write. The subtlety is a cliff hanger. So well written. H🌷

It's intriguing the way you presented this, leaving us to wonderful how bad it was and how worse it could have gotten. With time passing by, perhaps the wounds heal but the scars are always there to remind.

Great work.

Wow! This is bleak. Normally I would suggest stuff from a list I compiled to help you back up but this write feels far too entrenched for that. So... I will ask you. Do you see or is there anyway back to the light?

Your words convey a deep sense of introspection and inner struggle. The imagery of a dark forest of memories and walls built with trembling hands creates a haunting atmosphere of isolation and despair. Yet, there is also a sense of resilience in the silence and waiting. Thank you for sharing this evocative piece.

This poem beautifully captures the haunting essence of muscle memory, the deep-seated recollections embedded within our bodies. The imagery of a "dark forest" of memories and "vast walls" blocking out the light effectively conveys the weight and burden of past experiences. The contrast between the innocence of the body and the complexities of the mind adds layers of depth to the narrative. The final lines, with their sense of resignation and familiarity with silence, evoke a poignant sense of acceptance amidst struggle. Overall, this poem invites reflection on the enduring impact of our past on our present selves.