Embodied Knowing

When storms of life collide with
hurristorms,
your body knows.
Embodied remnants of stress even after
the sun reappears.
Hurts your eyes to see too much,
symphony of embodied aches
and unknowing, forgetting, what you know.
Dialectical messages of well, not well,
and push-pull of panic and trust.
Your pain in my body knows.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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