I am a patchwork of voices,
stitched together by hands I’ve never seen,
woven from the threads of those I’ve loved,
those I’ve lost, and those who passed me by
without a word.
In the eyes of a stranger, I learned quiet strength.
In the laughter of a friend, I found joy.
From you, I took patience.
From you, fire.
From her, a softness I didn’t know I lacked.
You, with your anger, taught me resilience.
You, with your calm, taught me peace.
Every encounter leaves a mark,
a scar or a flower,
each one growing roots inside me,
shaping the shape of who I am,
though I don’t always recognize it.
I carry their words in my bones,
their smiles in my heart,
and the things they never said,
echoing in the spaces between my thoughts.
I am not just me.
I am every conversation,
every touch,
every unspoken understanding.
I am the sum of them all,
a collection of moments that make me,
a living mosaic,
forever changing,
forever incomplete.
— Jamiya, the Writer
Okay poet! *snaps*