Hope.

Ashamed of being myself,

I avoided the crowd.

Isolation became my new friend.

Darkness; my long lost home.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Who’ll find a way to save me.”

Tearing, every day and night.

Questioning myself,

I lost the happy me somewhere.

But one day,

Traumatisation ended.

Something ignited my heart.

A reply came to my query,

“You! My little ray of hope,”

A grin I saw in front of me

As I conveyed the message

to the reflection in the mirror.