Without The Noise by Dipanwita Dey

Without The Noise Dipanwita Dey Who am Iwhen the notifications stop buzzing,when applause fades,when the lights dim and disappear,when no eyes are left to watch?Who am Iwhen the corner of the bedside empties quietly,the pillow no longer wet with secrets,the chaos no longer hums merrily,and my father’s strength vanishes—softly into thin air?Am I still kindif no one claps for my empathy?Still strong,if no one sees me carry the weight?Still dependable,if I crumble silently each day?In the hush of 3 AM,without filters, without guilt,without the crowd, without the noise,without the need to be enough—I find her.The girl who is strength.The quiet warrior,secretly fighting her own battle.She is poetry. She is art.She writes wildlyand cries without shame.Without the noise,I am not the echo of the world.I am the voice.Raw. Trembling.But finally—mine. More from Dipanwita Dey ↓@iamdipanwitadey on InstagramMentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form