Some Souls Blooms Only In Light. Poem by WIN VENTURA

For years I stood with an open door,
Making room for a little more.
A worry here,
A complaint there,
An endless load I chose to bear.

One brought fears with the morning sun,
Another's stories were never done.
One spoke of troubles day and night,
Another turned every shadow to fright.

And some could spend an hour or two,
Speaking of everything except what's true.
I listened kindly,
I played my part,
While little by little they filled my heart.

NOT with joy,
NOT with light,
But borrowed storms I carried each night.
Then one day I looked around,
And saw my peace was nowhere found.

The air felt heavy,
The noise too loud,
Too many sorrows,
Too many clouds! ! !

So if I've grown quiet,
Please understand,
I'm simply choosing a gentler land.
Not out of anger,
Not out of spite,
but just to remind u, some souls bloom only in light! !

Keep your dramas,
Your fears untold,
The stories repeated a thousandfold.
For I have reached a place at last, Where I no longer wish to hold your story or the past.

I choose the calm, the open sky, The kind of peace money can't buy.
And if that means I walk alone,
Then let me wander, let me be gone....

Not every voice deserves a place within me,
Not your burden is mine to bear.
For silence carries a deeper grace,
and peace is a choice I now hold dear.

When the unnecessary fades away,
stillness gently fills the space—
and in that quiet, sacred calm,
This weary heart finds its grace.

By: - WIN VENTURA