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P A I N D I L U T E D.
Daniela Triana
A B S T R A C T
The most raw and alive feeling hundreds of threads that pulled
of defeat returns to my mind; the most sensitive areas of my
Surrender was the way to skin.
survive such an overwhelming I think of the immutable moment
experience. The weight of my in which I recognized an exit
own body, of my own skin, from the state of confusion.
neutralized my reflexes and led After a flood of patience,
me to a state of perpetual understanding, and empathy, I
immobility, which adhered to my achieved a reflective level
gloomy surroundings, and made that led me to a new state of
me become part of it. understanding.
Feeling like a superficially Why should I reject that weight
inanimate object that can not that immobilized me? In the end
sustain its own weight, led me that load did belong to me, it
to the absolute abandonment of was part of my new being: a
the fight, as the few remaining sensitive, delicate being that
lights of courage and the is capable of feeling, or more
slightest expressions of accurately, that is not afraid
tenacity were crushed. to feel.
Every hit received seemed not My body, upon receiving such a
to change me; the exhaustion strong hit, was driven to a
led me to sharpen my senses, to state of swelling; It could
limit myself to having two eyes only recover its freedom, its
wide open that fought not to movement, after a prolonged
cry, two ears that echoed with state of physical rest, that
every poisoned word, and a skin shaped my new figure and gave
deformed by the incidence of a me a new meaning.
weight for which I was never
prepared.
I remember feeling wrapped up
in my own flesh, so vulnerable,
so sensitive. I tried in a
thousand ways to give a sense
to that ballast that did not
correspond to me, by wandering
aimlessly within my own being.
They were meaningless journeys,
which led me to the starting
point without finding escape
routes that would take me out
of the complete stupor.
I felt a strong impotence, a
constant desperation to free
myself of that burden that
imprisoned me against the chair
in which I rested; a chair that
seemed to hold the deformed
remains of my body, held by
“someday I will find a slice of myself...
and I will grow”
“two ears that echoed with every
poisoned word, and a skin deformed by
the incidence of a weight for which I
was never prepared”