My Life My Joy
by Akanksha Rai
Through the darkest of my days,
I believed the words they used to say
The sudden weight of weaponized shade,
The strict, small molds they meticulously made.
I watched the creaks where light would peak,
Reaching for rays I couldn't keep.
For a long time, I just gave in,
Losing the fight beneath my skin,
Forgetting the sun, forgetting the sky,
Learning the quiet art to survive.
Then through the dark, a siren sound,
A call that lifted me off the ground.
Prying open the narrow seam,
I followed the echo of a dream.
Your voices pulled me from the floor,
Teaching what I was created for:
The mold was never meant for me,
And truth is found in being free.
I still hear the noise, I still feel the sting,
But hate has lost its sharpest wing.
No restriction holds, no silence stays,
I step unbowed into uncertain days.
Any rule design to keep me small
Will be smiled upon and left to fall.
My logic sharp, my spirit clear
I trade their judgment for no fear.
No longer bound by what they decree,
My joy belongs to only me.
Published on the Writory Wall.