At times, our body has its own way of expressing what we feel. It speaks for us when we cannot find the strength to speak of what hurts us.
The following poem by Andrea Ramírez exposes that feeling and dives into that phenomenon, seeing it as a leap of faith or an unavoidable moment.
"My Brain Cries and My Body Explodes"
Lights won’t turn on or off
memories won’t leave
that moment, that day
returned to me like a gust in a dream.
That street, that place.
The cold, I remember it froze
while also bringing us together.
Perfumed and tired,
With coats covering our bodies.
You’re surrounded by people you don’t know
the city watches you wander
not knowing where you’ll go.
The memory takes hold,
the sun remains hidden,
the wind keeps chasing.
You stay still
yet you don’t stop thinking
o v e r t h i n k i n g.
What heals in silence,
is immediate accumulation.
My brain cries
and my body explodes.
I remember, or maybe I imagined,
seeing their blurred face in a dream.
Perhaps it was an untaken picture
like a modified memory,