Amelia James Poetry

You don’t just remember what happened—
you carry the texture of it.
The tone of a conversation.
The silence between the words.
The echo of something unsaid
that still hums under your skin.

You feel everything—
and that is both
your greatest strength
and your heaviest burden.

You are haunted,
not by ghosts,
but by meaning.
By nuance.
By the way it all still lives in your chest
as if it happened yesterday.

But that ache?
That depth?
That’s what makes you
layered.
Empathetic.
Unshakably human.

You were never too much.
You were just built
to feel what others miss.

-Amelia James