Swamini B's Blog

They took a lot…
but not everything.

I’m not the tears
that once flowed freely
nor the story
that blinded me.

I’m not the wounds
or the fight
nor the battles
fought in the night.

I’m not the lies
I once believed
nor the whispers
that had me deceived.

There’s a spark
darkness didn’t steal
an inner light
grief couldn’t conceal.

I am the stillness
beyond the sound
the quiet space
where truth is found.

I am the witness
to the storm
the place within
where healing is born.

I’m not my story
I am the soul
reclaimed, reborn,
and in control.

I didn’t have a sense of home
until I found a sense of self.

Sometimes we look to people,
places, and things
for comfort, connection, and reassurance—

only to realize
what we are searching for
can only be found within.

There are things we carry
because we had to.

Ways of thinking.
Ways of reacting.
Ways of holding ourselves together.

And for a long time,
they feel like who we are—
even after we’ve begun
to see otherwise.

Until something in you
starts to loosen—
not because you forced it,
but because you don’t need it
in the same way anymore.

Thank you to everyone who entered the giveaway.

Congratulations to the winners.

I’m grateful to share this work.

There are moments
when something begins to shift—
not because anything outside has changed,
but because something within
is finally seen clearly.

And once it is seen,
it cannot be unseen.

I’m grateful to everyone who entered the Goodreads giveaway for I'm Not My Story: A Poetic Journey of Healing.

Your presence and support are truly appreciated.

There are a few days left to enter, and I’m honored to share this journey with you.

With gratitude,
Swamini B.