I was a whisper, soft and small,
Lost in echoes, behind a wall.
A shadow longing for the light,
Yet fearing day, embracing night.

They told me who I had to be,
Wrote my story without asking me.
A script so tight, a role so wrong,
I played along, but not for long.

For love is louder than their fears,
Stronger than their borrowed years.
In every name, in every face,
I find my home, I claim my space.

No chains remain, no walls confine,
This heart, this soul, this truth is mine.
Not just surviving, wild and free,
I’m not hiding. 
I am me…..

-Coordinator DAPS, Delhi