Poem 1: Pattern Recognition
I used to think
misunderstanding
was a language problem.
So I translated myself
into smaller words.
Softer needs.
Quieter pain.
Dreams with the edges sanded off.
They still misread me.
Now
I study patterns
The way oceans study storms; without asking the clouds for permission to survive.
I don’t correct people anymore.
I outgrow the versions of me
they were comfortable
mispronouncing.
Which version of yourself have you silently outgrown, and who hasn’t noticed yet?
#Noya #Healing #SelfWorth #Growth #Identity #Silence #WomenWhoFeel
