The poem illustrates how pain becomes poetry. It shows how sorrow and hidden scars can change into truth and healing. The poem highlights vulnerability, strength, and the power of heartfelt writing.

# My Wounds Became Ink #

I never learned to hide my pain,
it lived inside me like the rain,
quietly falling night by night,
until my darkness learned to write.

The tears I could not speak aloud,
the trembling heart behind the crowd,
the silent battles deep within—
my every wound became ink.

Some nights were heavy, cold, and long,
yet sorrow slowly shaped my song,
and every scar I tried to hide
became the place where words could shine.

I wrote of loss, I wrote of fear,
of holding on when none were near,
and somehow through the endless ache,
my weary soul began to wake.

I do not write because I know
how to escape from every sorrow,
I write because a hurting heart
still searches healing through its art.

Let my restless pen still think,
let honesty flow through every link,
All the truest words I ever bring
are born from wounds that turned to ink.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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