My 1st Poem — I Am a Girl Learning to Love Myself Again

I am a girl made of questions and quiet courage,

Learning to love the echo of my own name.

I used to chase sunlight through someone else’s window,

Forgetting the warmth already lived inside me.

I have cried in bathrooms, laughed in storms,

And learned that strength is not loud—it listens.

I write these words to meet the pieces I left behind,

To remind them they still belong to me.

Love isn’t found—it’s remembered,

Between the cracks of self-doubt and small victories.

I am not perfect, but I am growing—

Like wildflowers that bloom between concrete dreams.

This is my first poem, my soft rebellion,

A whisper that says I am still here, still rising.

And maybe, that is enough—

To be a girl who keeps choosing herself.

This is my first poem on Vocal — a personal reflection on healing, self-love, and becoming whole again. I wrote it to remind myself (and every girl reading) that being gentle doesn’t mean being weak. 🌷