A Journey Through Thoughts and Ideas

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.


6 responses

  1. pk world 🌎 Avatar

    Excellent post 💯 I wish you a happy Sunday afternoon from Spain. Blessings 🦋

    1. Maq Avatar

      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

      1. pk world 🌎 Avatar

        You are welcome to my blog 🌹 thanks

  2. Priti Avatar

    Beautiful poem! Yes my peace is not showing. Well shared

    1. Maq Avatar

      Thanks Priti for beautiful words.

      1. Priti Avatar

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