My Skin Remembers - Rhoden, Javier
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There are truths the body never forgets. Wounds that never scab, only echo. This is a book born from those echoes. My Skin Remembers is a raw and spiritually charged collection of poetry tracing the imprints left by trauma, touch, exile, longing, and memory. These are the words of someone who lived on the edges-of pain, of truth, of time-and wrote their way back into wholeness. Each poem is a quiet revolution. A remembering. A reckoning. A revelation. Written in the voice of one who never stopped feeling-even when it hurt the most-this book invites you to sit with what lingers beneath your own…mehr

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There are truths the body never forgets. Wounds that never scab, only echo. This is a book born from those echoes. My Skin Remembers is a raw and spiritually charged collection of poetry tracing the imprints left by trauma, touch, exile, longing, and memory. These are the words of someone who lived on the edges-of pain, of truth, of time-and wrote their way back into wholeness. Each poem is a quiet revolution. A remembering. A reckoning. A revelation. Written in the voice of one who never stopped feeling-even when it hurt the most-this book invites you to sit with what lingers beneath your own skin. For the chosen, the outcast, the unseen, this is a mirror. A map. A promise. If you've ever been misunderstood, misdiagnosed, misplaced, or mistaken-this book is for you. If you've ever felt like your very presence was prophecy, but no one had ears to hear-you'll find your reflection in these pages. This is not just poetry. This is remembrance, wrapped in skin.
Autorenporträt
This was the introduction to my spirituality and learning how to do things for myself. The extension of help I gift to others could only come from the capacity in how I've helped myself. It was then, I understood that as a human, experiences were needed for growth and this growth can only sprout from branching out of my comfort zone. At the end of it all, I wanted to build something more meaningful by planting seeds from the darkness of life, to watch it grow and spread among different people, thus generating light. I've come to terms with the fact that I will die one day and in no way, would I want there to be any regret for making the same decisions the masses believed to be the right ones, meanwhile neglecting my gift as the last choice. After all, the goal in this life, my life, is to express this consciousness healthily.