This poem reflects on life’s quiet struggles and inner strength. It talks about unspoken pain and the resilience that comes in tough times.

It reminds us that our stories matter, even when we’re not heard, and that healing often begins with our own voice.
A poem for anyone who has walked alone while holding onto hope.

 In the Vaults of My Heart

In vaults of my heart, I’ve lit a few fading lights,
Embraced broken dreams through the darkest nights.
On paths where shadows had no name, no sign,
I walked alone, yet dressed them in hope divine.

Time struck hard—like shards of falling glass,
Yet in that shattered mirror, I saw myself at last.
With tears, with silence, with unanswered calls,
I carved out strength from every stumble, every fall.

In crowds, I often felt quietly misplaced,
But my inner voice was never truly erased.
No one asked how I lived, or why I cried,
So I inked my pain—let the soul decide.

There are pages no one will ever read,
They hum within me like a forgotten creed.
Each word, each breath, each silent scream,
Stitched gently into the fabric of my dream.

Now, as the twilight of life softly descends,
I burn like a lamp that refuses to end.
I’ve befriended both sunshine and rain—
And vowed to find joy, even in pain.
(Vijay Verma)

BE HAPPY… BE ACTIVE… BE FOCUSED… BE ALIVE! ✨

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