This poem is about a creativity that doesn’t seek applause.
It is born from silence, shaped by pain, and carried forward by truth.
It speaks for those who feel deeply, break quietly, and rebuild themselves
through words.
Yes, I write—
not what looks beautiful,
but what survived.
My creativity doesn’t bloom
under claps or lights.
It wakes up
in silence,
where no one is watching.
When words choke in my throat,
paper breathes for me.
And the pen—
slowly unloads
what I’ve been carrying.
I’ve learned how to smile
while breaking,
and how to gather myself
piece by piece.
My silence isn’t empty.
It holds memories,
broken trust,
and dreams
that refuse to die.
They say I feel too much.
Yes.
Because feeling is how I stay real.
And only truth comes from there.
When the world calls me weak,
my creativity whispers—
“I’m tired, not finished.”
I didn’t let pain rot inside me.
I turned it into words,
so maybe
someone else could stand taller.
My pen never judges me.
My tears are safe there.
I’m not perfect.
But I’m honest.
And my greatest creation—
is who I’m becoming.
Yes, I write
because silence breaks me.
And writing
teaches me
how to rise again.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com
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Such a brilliant poem with so encouraging words! If anyone thought like this and embraced the writing process of self-healing and self-improvement, the world would become so much better! Thank you for sharing it! Have a beautiful day 🌞
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Thank you so much for your kind and uplifting words.
They truly mean a lot to me. I’m glad the poem resonated with you and that its message of healing and growth came through.
If it encourages even a moment of reflection or self-kindness, then it has done its work.
Wishing you a beautiful, light-filled day as well 🌞✨
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