My Freedom

Cloaked as loss of hope

With silent footsteps

It roared in my being

Weaved tightly in my compulsions

In my aversions

In my expectations

It kept drowning

Buried under my charred remains

My freedom raised itself 

from my crumbled ashes.

She silently stood in my heart

And whispered – ‘Tis You , Only You who completes Thyself

My freedom

It roared in my being

And left me yearningly complete.