The Art of Becoming: For Every Silent Scream That Grew Wings by Dr Nina Apra | A Poem

I was not born from flowers,

Nor carved out of moonlight.

I was pressed

Between pages of grief,

Creased at the corners

By hands that did not know how to hold me.

They called me sunshine,

But my rays were rehearsed.

Every glow was a guarded grin,

a gold-tinted echo

of “I’m fine”

Even when the inside was

A thunderstorm whispering

""Not Today.""

I wore humour like a helmet.

laughed like it was war.

My punchlines held daggers

With roses taped on.

I told stories,

Not for applause—

But to survive.

To bleed in rhyme

So the pain felt

A little more polite.

My tears?

They had curfews.

I let them out only

When the world was asleep—

Dripping quietly

Into the hollows of my pillow,

Turning fabric into fossils

of things I never said aloud.

I was the girl who danced

on her own ache.

Broke into song

When silence felt too loud.

I choreographed joy

on a stage of shards,

Bulleted through betrayals,

Wore wounds like wings,

Until gravity got confused

And started lifting me.

I spoke to mirrors

With eyes that had seen

Both monsters and miracles.

sometimes,

I could not tell which were mine.

But I still stared.

Because somewhere inside,

A voice whispered:

“You are not done.”

I became

In the small ways first:

A deeper breath,

A softer no,

A moment where i did not apologize

For simply existing.

Then came

The roaring days—

When my smile was not a disguise

But a declaration.

When I danced not to escape,

But to celebrate

The fire I walked through barefoot.

I became


In every scar I named a constellation

In every memory I turned into a metaphor,

In every sigh that rose

into a song.

The world kept spinning

With its noise and neon,

But I moved slower—

surer.

My soul learning to bloom

Even in concrete cracks.

I do not crave perfect

I am not neat.

I am a chaotic masterpiece,

A poem with crossed-out lines,

A voice that trembles but speaks anyway.

And when they ask me

how I became—

I tell them:

By hiding screams in laughter,

By dancing through despair,

By believing,

Even with broken bones,

That light still lives in there.

Not despite the pain,

But with it.

Not above the scars,

But because of them.

I became.

I am becoming.

I will keep becoming—

Until the stars recognize me

As one of their own!

Dr. Nina Apra is a remarkable fusion of science and the arts, seamlessly blending her professional prowess as an anesthesiologist with her innate talent as a writer, poetess, orator, leader, singer, and unparalleled storyteller. Her book, is an evidence of her multifaceted existence, offering readers a glimpse into the true stories that have shaped her journey. Each page of her book is a reflection of Apra's profound ability to navigate the complexities of life with grace, humour, and wisdom. Beyond her medical achievements, she has cultivated a space where her poetic insights and narrative gifts converge, creating a unique voice that resonates with a wide audience. Through her writing and spoken words, she not only heals bodies but also touches souls, showcasing leadership that inspires and songs that stir the heart.