The memory that was silent

This poem is about a person who has suppressed their feelings for so long that memory has begun to erase emotions from the past. Memories remain, but without warmth, scents, voices — only shadows of events. This is not weakness, but a protective mechanism of the psyche that saved from pain when it was too strong. The poem speaks of inner silence, fatigue, and distance from one's own feelings, but also about the fact that deep inside, a spark still lives — that part of oneself that is capable of returning warmth and learning to feel again.