Every writer carries stories that are deeply personal,
even when they appear to belong to someone else.

Finding Myself Through Words is a reflective poem about gathering scattered memories, healing silent wounds, and discovering that every poem we write reveals another hidden part of who we are. Sometimes, the greatest journey is not across the world—but within ourselves.

# Finding Myself Through Words #

I am a writer.

I gather fragmented thoughts
the way autumn gathers leaves—
quietly,
patiently,
without asking
where the wind
has carried them.

Some pieces
sleep inside faded photographs.

Some hide
between the lines
of letters
never sent.

Some still echo
in the laughter
of those
who now live
only in memory.

Others were left behind
at railway stations,
hospital corridors,
childhood classrooms,
and sunsets
I was too busy
to truly watch.

Every poem I write
is another attempt
to stitch
my scattered soul
with delicate threads
of words.

Sometimes
I find a forgotten piece
in a stranger’s smile.

Sometimes
in the gentle aroma
of a cup of tea.

Sometimes
in the silence
between two heartbeats,
where no language exists,
yet everything
is understood.

People believe
writers create stories.

Perhaps.

But more often,
I write
to search
for the pieces
of myself
hidden
within every story.

Every character
carries
a fragment
of my soul.

Every metaphor
conceals
a silent wound.

Every ending
is simply
another beginning.

I wait
for the day
when I can finally say—

I am whole.

Yet life
keeps smiling,
scattering
new pieces
of my heart
across tomorrow.

So I begin again.

Searching.

Listening.

Remembering.

Writing.

Not because
I am lost—

but because
every word
brings me
one step closer
to the person

I was always
meant to become.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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