Poem
I do not shout
to be seen.
I do not echo
just to belong.
I walk the backstreets,
not because I’m lost,
but because they’re mine.
I carry no label,
wave no flag,
follow no script.
My worth is not performance.
My peace is not for show.
They called me strange,
difficult,
too quiet to count.
But silence is where
I found myself whole.
I do not blend.
I burn—
gently,
steadily,
in colours not yet named.
Excellent post 💯 I wish you a happy Sunday afternoon from Spain. Blessings 🦋
I’m glad you liked my poem, your appreciation means a lot to me. Grateful for your kind words. Wishing you a serene Sunday in Spain. Blessing from the UK.
— Maq
You are welcome to my blog 🌹 thanks
Beautiful poem! Yes my peace is not showing. Well shared
Thanks Priti for beautiful words.
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