'The Roads I Took' Poem by Pramita Kaur Sidhu

Not all paths are marked.
Some are felt.
A whisper in the chest,
a pull beneath the ribs.

I listened.
Not to noise,
but to the quiet that calls
when the stars align just right.

As a girl,
I followed what lit up inside me—
the warmth, the ache,
the sense that this
meant something.

I didn't chase titles.
I followed meaning.
And when the world was loud,
I turned inward.
Aligned.
Attuned.
Becoming.

In work, I built.
Not to prove—
to shape.
To live in harmony
with what I knew before I knew it.

Now,
on the edge of something new,
I feel it again.
That soft, certain knowing.
Another becoming.

No need for maps.
I carry the compass my soul gave me.