Poems About Self-Discovery, Growth & Inner Healing

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Some and Some

Some ignore it all,
Some count wounds,
And some count lessons.

Some seek beauty in the mundane,
Some find solace in solitude,
And some revel in the chaos.

Some dance with joy in the rain,
Some embrace the stillness of night,
And some chase the dawn’s first light.

Some build bridges from broken pieces,
Some heal others with their own scars,
And some shine as beacons through the dark.

Some act with kindness,
Some whisper wisdom,
And some create words.

Some plant seeds in barren soil,
Some nurture dreams against all odds,
And some inspire hope in weary hearts.

Some find strength in vulnerability,
Some forge unity from diversity,
And some spark change with a single act.

Some paint stories on blank canvases,
Some compose melodies from silence,
And some sculpt beauty from rough stone.

Some embrace the unknown with courage,
Some question to seek deeper truths,
And some re-imagine the world anew.

Each path is unique, yet none supreme,
All threads in life’s lotus flower,
A symphony of human experience.

Some lead, some follow, some walk alone,
Yet all move onward in their time,
Each step is valid, each journey whole.

In laughter, tears, or silent thought,
We navigate our inner worlds,
No way lesser, no way greater.

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Journey on

There’s a question
Most never ask
Simple, yet profound
The key to your path

How do I get there?

Some chase wealth
A million in the bank
A mansion on the hill
A fancy car in the drive

Others seek contentment
A family’s warm embrace
A life of quiet joy
Just enough to get by

But whatever you choose
Whatever life you crave
This question burns bright
Like a guiding flame

How do I get there?

Without it, you drift
A leaf on the wind
Reacting, not living
Surviving, not thriving

You turn left for a fallen tree
Right to avoid the wolf
Dizzy from the dance
Of life’s random tune

But ask the question
And the fog lifts
Your road becomes clear
Your steps find purpose

How do I get there?

It’s not a secret
It’s not profound
It’s the map you draw
The compass you follow

Don’t be hypnotized
By the world’s noise
Create your identity
Choose your own voice

When you know the way
Obstacles become challenges
Your authentic self emerges
In harmony with your dreams

Journey on,
With purpose in your stride
For you’ve asked the question
That lights the way inside

How do I get there?
Now you know.

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Curiosity’s Flame

In the quiet corners of existence,
A spark flickers, unbidden.
Underlying said phenomenon is that,
Without being wanted or sought for,
It grows into a flame of self-inquiry
That not only makes one discover
What lies beneath our shadows,
But also truths we do not know about.

We are young kids again
Eyes wide with the world’s vastness.
Every inquiry is a pebble tossed
Into the pond of existence,
Ripples spreading,
Running on shores we have never reached.

The fire inside
Burns layers of uncertainty,
Dissolving all the cozy fallacies
We surround ourselves with.

To question is to bridge
The gap between self and other,
Side by side with the pitiful gesture
Of one’s own fingers pointing towards nothingness,
Between the known and mysterious.

In asking, we are stripped
Like a newborn baby becoming vulnerable,
Yet even as powerful as old men of knowledge.
As we shed off clothes of curiosity,
The real us stands out ‘naked’.
Here, our truest essence is revealed.

May this fire burn brightly,
Let it destroy the walls
We have erected around our hearts.
It is here that we find traces of wisdom
(Because they have been revealed) amidst burning beliefs;
Seeds which need light to grow.

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I Wish

I wish for you
A life lived being aware of blessings,
In each day’s breakfast
With sunlight piercing your eyes.

I wish for you
Nights that hug you,
With the moon giving a gentle smile
In your sleep.

I wish
For love to take over
The daily routines made by you,
While humility stands as an echo to your works.

May you stand happy,
Your own light shining from within you!
May there be no shadow on your face!

I wish for you
Smiles that litter your day with sunshine,
With laughter as blended hours,
Wisdom and ascent.

I wish
That your challenges be stepping stones,
Every struggle a tutor
Guiding you towards a higher apex.

I wish
You moments full of inspiration,
Warmth, affection, and joviality.

I wish
Love for you
That is very rich, deep, and genuine.

I wish
For your heart to be like a shrine,
Where sympathy thrives
And forgiveness flows gently like a stream.

And
As I spread
This love with you
Within that divine space
Where love makes do
And becomes us,

I wish for you
A spirit that knows not fear,
Unencumbered by negative thoughts,
But rather grasping life’s great adventure.

I wish
All your wishes come true.

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I Always Catch Up

I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I pick up my can,
I empty it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I pick up my can,
I fill it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I kick my can into tomorrow,
But I always catch up today.

I kick my can, it’s dented now,
But I always catch up, somehow.

I kick my can in endless loops,
But I always catch up, in swoops.

I kick my can, my legs grow weary,
But I always catch up, theory and query.

I kick my can towards the stars,
But I always catch up, near and far.

I kick my can through seasons’ change,
But I always catch up, time’s range.

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Just Wandering

Have you ever felt
As if you are standing
In your own space
With your hands open
And every person you encounter
Tattoos you,
Writes on you
With permanent ink
Before moving on?

The marks glow
With a stained-glass-like luster;
They form an intricately
Beautiful pattern
Made out of memories
And accidental encounters.
Some run very deep;
Others just scratch the surface;
Nevertheless each one
Does stay
In its own way
However, faint it might be.

Would you want to look at yourself?
Can you see yourself beneath these marks?

In the looking glass,
There’s a kaleidoscope of reflections
Looking back at me
A live screen
On which countless stories appear.
But beneath all these;
I feel a heartbeat pounding constantly,
A central self-crying out
For recognition…

I feel as if I am losing myself
Within these entwining paths
A life’s true maze.
Which scars deserve
Our appreciation
And which ones should be forgotten?
It could be that this decision
Symbolizes the very essence
Of the soul.

Just
Wandering.

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Be Gentle

Be gentle with yourself.
Life rolls in waves, reflections, refractions,
Diffractions, and interferences.
You are an expression, an image,
A music and some lyrics.
Imagination is that brush
Of your pen and instrument.

Still remember
The most beautiful music
Has moments of silence.
Even the quiet times
Are meant to be
As valued as the high ones.
Inside those gaps
We create something new.

Have patience for your own growth.
Like a tree,
You have your seasons of bloom
There are times
When you shed leaves
And others when you stand still.
Its roots go deeper than it is aware,
And this life is anchored
Even amidst the invisible storms.

Embrace uncertainty.
In the world of possibilities,
Each move results in a new creation.
Each fall brings forth another lesson.
Each pivot imparts a fresh perspective.

Live in harmony with others.
Every different note
Contributes into our big song,
The one that sometimes leads
And at other times lends support.
In that community-wide
Joint effort towards music,
You must discover your own song,
tempo or place.

Paint outside the lines.
Conventions are often just suggestions,
Creative power is boundless.
To make your life canvas whole
Use all the colors of your soul on it.

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Love and Hate

The opposite of love
Is harm.
Love gives
Life a meaning.
Harm gives life
The illusion of a meaning.

Truth whispers,
Lies shout.
One nurtures the soul,
The other depletes it.
Authenticity blooms slowly,
Deception wilts fast.

Kindness ripples,
Cruelty destroys.
One throws bridges
Over rivers,
The other makes them
Torches.
Through empathy hearts
Come together
By indifference
They move apart.

Change is accepted
By growth,
While stagnation
Fights it.
One unlocks
Better opportunities,
While it locks
All options.
Curiosity
Broadens horizons;
Ignorance
Abridges them.

Forgiveness
Gives freedom;
Resentment
Enslaves.
One can heal scars
While another widens them.
Compassion enlightens
But apathy darkens.

In this theater,
We direct
Our own paths.
Every move
Is a stroke
Towards life.
Love encourages
Various colors
While harm
Uses a single dark hue.

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My Shirt

I wear my shirt and carry on.
As I do what I do,
I cease to remember
The sensation.

Fabric fades from thought,
Color dims in memory’s eye.
If my life were day and night,
My shirt, the love nearby.

Life bends and unfurls grace .
Where this core of feeling holds, the eyes fall .
It is a moment of curve and dip .
Further than the veil I see.

I see beyond evil,
And I know myself again
Through my shirt,
My love revealed anew
As awareness raises a flag

I see my shirt,
I feel my love,
In this bow of recognition,
Below, above.

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