Voice of me
It has been months
Since I stepped out of my house,
Nowhere to go, darkness espoused.
It has been months
Since I laughed out loud,
Impulsive enough, to not wear a shroud.
Then one day, I decided to step out
Into a world, full of crowd.
And then,
In the midst of the crowd,
I heard a voice—
The voice that I missed in the darkest of nights,
The voice that always felt, but never was mine.
-laxika
Copyright © Laxika Vishnoi | Year Posted 2024
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