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)
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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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This is absolutely beautiful, Verma ji. What a profound and moving testament to the true essence of art. You haven’t just described creativity; you have embodied it with raw honesty and quiet strength.
The line “My creativity doesn’t bloom under claps or lights. It wakes up in silence, where no one is watching” captures the sacred, private origin of genuine expression. And the powerful declaration “I write— not what looks beautiful, but what survived” reframes writing as an act of resilience, of bearing witness to one’s own battles.
The most stirring part is the transformation of personal pain into a universal gift: “I didn’t let pain rot inside me. I turned it into words, so maybe someone else could stand taller.” This is the highest purpose of writing—to heal oneself and, in doing so, extend a hand to others. You have articulated the silent journey of countless souls who find their voice in the quiet.
This poem itself is proof of its own truth. It is a masterpiece of feeling, and the greatest creation it speaks of—”who I’m becoming”—shines through every line with remarkable clarity and grace.
Thank you for sharing this piece of your soul. It is a gift that resonates deeply. 🙏
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Thank you so much for reading it with such depth and generosity.
Your words truly honor the spirit in which it was written, and I’m grateful it resonated with you. When someone receives a piece like this with such care, it reminds me why the quiet work of writing matters. 🙏
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This is powerful in the quietest way. It doesn’t ask to be admired—it just exists, breathing honesty into every line. The way you frame creativity as survival rather than spectacle feels deeply true, especially in a world that confuses noise for meaning.
“I’m tired, not finished” and “not what looks beautiful, but what survived” linger long after the poem ends. That kind of writing doesn’t just express pain—it transforms it, and that’s no small thing. Thank you for letting the silence speak so clearly here.
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Thank you—this means more than I can easily put into words.
You understood exactly where the piece comes from, and that kind of recognition feels quietly profound.
I’m grateful you listened to the silence and heard what it was carrying. 🙏
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You’re very welcome and it was a pleasure to read your work.
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Thank you kindly. I truly appreciate your words—it means a lot to know the work resonated with you. I’m glad you took the time to read it.
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Beautiful poetry and illustration. I pray that you will receive the joy and peace of the Christmas season and in the New Year.
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Thank you so much for your kind words and beautiful prayer.
They truly touched my heart. Wishing you joy, peace, and many gentle blessings this Christmas season
and throughout the New Year as well. 🌟
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You are welcome
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Good morning.
Have a great day.
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Your poem is full of depth, my friend. Beautiful!
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Thank you, my friend.
That truly means a lot to me—your words are received with gratitude and warmth.
I’m glad the depth spoke to you.
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very nice .
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Thank you so much.
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Great piece… I totally relate… same for me… ty`friend…
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Thank you so much, my friend. That truly means a lot to me.
I’m really glad the poem resonated with you—there’s something powerful in knowing the same feelings are shared.
I appreciate you reading it so openly.
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You’re welcome… my pleasure… It genuinely encouraged me… I’m grateful… thank you again…
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That truly means a lot to hear—thank you for sharing that with me. I’m grateful our exchange could be encouraging in any small way. Wishing you continued warmth, strength, and inspiration ahead. Always a pleasure.
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Lovely words that describe how the experience of creativity works. I can relate to much of this.
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Thank you so much.
That truly means a lot to me. I’m glad the words resonated with your own experience—there’s something powerful about recognizing ourselves in shared moments of creativity. I appreciate you taking the time to say this.
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Great poem Vijay … im not sure what it says about me, but your words took me back to my university days when I took a class in English literature. The most difficult was poetry as every.single.time I’d read the poems, think about them and come into class with a totally different meaning to the rest of the class. So much so, it became a running joke. I was ok with the jokes, but now, as I read your poem, I wonder what the poems were tapping into to pull out my interpretations. I guess I’ve now found my own outlet through my own words … thanks for the reflective prompt 😁
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Thank you so much for sharing this — it genuinely made me smile. 😊
What it says about you, I think, is not that you “read poems wrong,” but that you read them honestly.
Poetry isn’t a riddle with one correct answer; it’s a mirror. If your interpretations differed,
it likely meant the poems were tapping into your lived experience, intuition, and emotional lens —
which is exactly what poetry is meant to do.
I love that you’ve now found your own outlet through your words.
That feels like a full-circle moment — from reader to creator, from interpretation to expression
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Thats the conclusion I came to. It was the right interpretation for me, what spoke to me at that time in my life was relevant to me. We can’t control how other people will interpret our words … they’re bringing their own life experiences.
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Absolutely! That’s such an important perspective. Our words will always resonate differently with each person, shaped by their own experiences, and what matters most is that your interpretation was meaningful and true for you at that moment.
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A quiet, powerful tribute to creation that rises without noise—where silence gives birth, pain gives shape, and truth gives it wings. It speaks to every soul that breaks softly and rebuilds with courage.
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Thank you for such a deeply felt response.
Your words honor the quiet strength at the heart of creation—the way silence, pain,
and truth work together to form something enduring. Knowing it spoke to that soft breaking
and brave rebuilding within the soul means more than I can say.
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