Poems On Finding Yourself Novels & Stories

You are the prayer that explains the secrets of my heart, A song that even the wind hums softly. Soft as flowers, strong as fire, There’s an unspoken truth hidden inside you. The more I look at you, the more I lose myself, As if you’re the answer to prayers I never knew I asked. Even the raindrops paused upon your skin, As if fate’s own words bent in your presence. You’re like a book that’s never been written, You’re a dream that no one has yet dared to live. --- I had never thought I’d find myself staring like this — unable to think, unable to speak. Her face… it wasn’t just beautiful. It was real, raw, and untouched by pretense. There was something about her stillness that unsettled me.

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

Remember that. You remember the old saying, "life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself." I don't know if you're still anxious in trying to know where you were before you came to this world. I have tried those things and I nearly lost myself in the process. It was a sign I should stop the search. But I can't force you. If my experiences can't have an impact on you, yours would have a greater impact. It's okay to mess up, you should give yourself a break. But the truth is, you will never find yourself until you face the truth. I don't know why life treats us like this but then, funny enough, it just disappoints everyone. Not just you. Even being born with a silver spoon s

He smiled, the wrinkles intensifying on his face, “Simple. Love and trust yourself. When you do not reject yourself, the outside world cannot reject you. When you control what you believe, you will not allow yourself to endure hurt and pain at every ostensible betrayal or assault.” There was a blissful serenity on his face as he looked at me, “You might have heard these lines by the Pakistani poet, ‘Khudi ko kar buland itana ke har taqdir se pehele, Khuda bande se khud pooche, beta teri raza kya hai.’ Become self-sustaining and self-generating, and even gods will wait around to lend a hand.”

I ask, still not taking my eyes off the witch on the front porch. 'You will find me soon enough,' the voice tells me. I snort a little with laughter. "Am I supposed to come searching for you?" 'No,' the voice sounds a little sad. 'You will find me on your journey to find yourself.' I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I am not on a journey to find myself." 'Keep telling yourself that, and you will miss out on something wonderful,' the woman's voice tells me before she disappears into the recesses of my mind.

“Learning to love yourself isn’t a luxury, but a necessity you need to survive.” …. ~ Austin ~ It felt like I had been walking through a thick, dark forest for years, until I finally came across a clearing that led to the light I had been searching for all along. The same one, I assumed, was lost and never to be found again. My eyes fluttered open, and the white walls were what I first noticed as the feeling of light-headedness overshadowed me.

“Oh, this is nothing,’’ I whispered to myself before walking off to the opposite direction happily, one unhappy moment can not undo and outweigh all the good time and memories that we had created together, that was just impossible. The bell rung and I rushed off to English class, the teacher asked everyone to write a poem down as she went round and I couldn’t seize the moment better, this was my chance to outshine everyone. Ye god of beauty, Ooh Israelite god lost in earth Ye is full of walking metaphors and perfections A breath oozes love and makes beautiful flowers to blush Like a virgin caught in a midnight dance with bachelors Thou eyes glow like molten lave and hot coals, healing broken

Instead, I turned to face the window, looking out over the dense forest, the evergreens full and oak trees thinning as the golden and rust-colored leaves fell from the branches as fall was coming to an end and winter was creeping in. “Goddess knows I love you all so, so much. You are my family, my life, my rock, and each and every one of you. But I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know who I’m meant to be. You have always told me there is a place for me here, but the truth is; there is not. My place is somewhere else. Is it at Golden Circle? I don’t know, but what I do know is I need to find myself. I can’t do that here.”

The weight of his brother's memory became his steadfast companion, pushing him ever onward. In the depth of his solitude, Samuel discovered the power of introspection. He delved into the depths of his own being, confronting his fears, his doubts, and his limitations. Each revelation fortified his spirit, eroding the barriers that once held him back. He emerged from the crucible of self-discovery as a stronger, more resolute version of himself.

To talk. “Hello,” I said, my old voice scratchy in the quiet room. “I can hear your question. It’s a good one. The best one.” I told it about purpose. I told it that purpose wasn’t given, but discovered. I told it about Luther, who found his in building and mending. About Elara Chen, who found hers in defiance. About Kenji, who found his in silence. About its… sibling, the Quiet, who found its in gentle, global care.