{"id":3293,"date":"2025-04-09T16:06:26","date_gmt":"2025-04-09T16:06:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/?p=3293"},"modified":"2025-04-11T07:44:40","modified_gmt":"2025-04-11T07:44:40","slug":"inheritance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/inheritance\/","title":{"rendered":"Inheritance"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I folded my dreams into corners<br>sharp enough to cut me<br>just so you\u2019d have room<br>to unfold yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I told myself<br>love is sacrifice.<br>That shrinking is a kind of gift.<br>That silence means strength.<br>That maybe you&#8217;d notice<br>the ache in my absence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But you didn\u2019t.<br>You walked lighter,<br>because I carried what you wouldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I stopped asking.<br>Stopped wanting.<br>Stopped dreaming.<br>I peeled my needs down to the bone\u2014<br>air, sleep,<br>a hand on my back,<br>a voice that says I see you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Even that<br>was too much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You didn\u2019t just forget me.<br>You erased me.<br>Made me ghost myself.<br>I vanished in service of your becoming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And still\u2014<br>I mattered.<br>Even if you wouldn\u2019t say it.<br>Even if I forgot.<br>Even if it almost killed me<br>to remember.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I folded my dreams into cornerssharp enough to cut mejust so you\u2019d have roomto unfold yours. I told myselflove is sacrifice.That shrinking is a kind of gift.That silence means strength.That maybe you&#8217;d noticethe ache in my absence. But you didn\u2019t.You walked lighter,because I carried what you wouldn\u2019t. I stopped asking.Stopped wanting.Stopped dreaming.I peeled my needs [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","pgc_sgb_lightbox_settings":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[31],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-3293","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-poem","7":"entry"},"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"vasudha","author_link":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/author\/vasudha\/"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3293"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3293"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3293\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3294,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3293\/revisions\/3294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}