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Among Crowded Gazes

Sometimes, the place we think is the end is actually where everything begins.

Arzu Soylu · 2025-06-05 11:15 · 0 claps · 1.5 min read
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Among Crowded Gazes

Sometimes, the place we think is the end is actually where everything begins.

This poem is a personal journey through struggle, silence, and hope — a testimony to the power of believing in yourself when the world seems to demand you follow a path already written by others. It speaks to those moments when you step away from the familiar, face exhaustion, and yet find within yourself the courage to start again — slowly, mindfully, and with unwavering faith.

“Among Crowded Gazes” is a reminder that strength isn’t always loud or fast. Sometimes it’s quiet endurance, patient waiting, and the bravery to walk your own rhythm — no matter how slow or uncertain it may seem.

One day I told myself: “The place you think is the end Is actually where you begin.”

Even in the moments I fell, I believed Somewhere, a light would turn on, Late but sincere.

Tears in my eyes, Broken words scattered inside me, Yet on my lips, silent prayers formed.

Only I knew what waiting meant, Because hope, when spoken out loud, Could easily shatter.

I stayed silent… If I spoke, my heart wouldn’t fit into words. I hid it; because some dreams, Are crushed by the weight of many eyes.

Once, there was a system known by my name, Every stone in its place, Rules written by someone else’s hand.

I stepped outside that order, Heading toward maps where familiar names didn’t appear.

Behind me, no familiar signature, Ahead, no ready-made sentences.

There was only me, And my faith An inner voice that speaks when the time is right.

Yes, I got tired… But this weariness was not giving up, It was actually a rebirth.

Stopping isn’t quitting, Sometimes it’s simply allowing yourself to be heard.

Now, I begin, Calmly, thoughtfully, And with full awareness:

Life doesn’t favor the fast runner; It loves the one who walks Slowly, to their own rhythm.

Today, I keep the promise I made to myself: Even if I get tired, I won’t stop. Even if I pause, I won’t give up. No matter what happens, I will never turn back from myself.

👉 Read the full poem below. If it resonates, take a deep breath, honor your own pace, and keep moving forward — no matter what. https://arzusoylu.blogspot.com/2025/06/kalabalk-bakslar-arasnda.html


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