Poem: Coming Out

By Vikranth Prasanna

Once I was there in that darkness filled with emptiness
Clouded with fears and scares threatening to kill nevertheless

I was there standing alone craving to let myself free
Fighting against odd spirits that very notion within me

It was tears all over; spreading its wings traveled all my life
‘Come out’ Liberation encouraged me with an enchanting smile

All my lies and fakes mounting like a lava periling an erupt
Control was not within me, it was the Orb warning to react

Time was running
My heart was dying

Glowing grey hairs portraying the lack of love in my days
Carved with loneliness barricading the truth in its ways

Nature seems to be their only artillery blocking my happiness
Choices are not chosen as virtues under our family values

I was enchained with their beliefs, covered with moral ethics
Killing the true me was considered mercy in their social clinics

Closeting in someone’s shoes hurting my horrified heart
Their Laughter was daunting me to accept that painful act

By resisting to lie
I refused to die