There are chapters of my life
that I never wanted anyone to read.
Chapters filled with silence,
with words I swallowed,
with memories I carried
like they belonged to me.
For a long time,
I thought pain was something
I had to keep hidden.
I smiled when I was breaking,
laughed when I wanted to cry,
and convinced myself
that surviving was the same as living.
Some people will never understand
how deeply a person can be hurt
without a single bruise being seen.
The things I went through
changed me.
They stole pieces of my childhood,
my confidence,
and the way I looked at the world.
But they didn't take everything.
Because somewhere
between the sleepless nights,
the tears,
and the questions that never had answers...
I found a pen.
When I couldn't speak,
I wrote.
When my heart felt too heavy,
I turned it into poetry.
When my thoughts became too loud,
I turned them into music.
Every lyric carried a piece of me.
Every poem held the words
I was too afraid to say out loud.
Writing became the place
where I could finally breathe.
It never judged me.
It never asked me
to explain why I was hurting.
It simply listened.
Looking back now,
I don't see someone who was weak.
I see someone
who kept finding reasons to create
even while life was trying to break them.
These words aren't just poems.
They're proof that I survived.
They're proof that my story
became something more
than the pain that started it.
So this isn't goodbye to my past.
It's a thank you
for making me into someone
who still believes in hope,
who still believes in love,
and who still believes
that broken things can become beautiful.
And now I close that chapter in my life to fully move on.
sugenchetty
