Me, myself and you

That day, playing around the park,
I felt, I'm no longer a child.
With no school, no parenting
I had a will of my own.
A grown up, a man I had become,
free finally, not to be reared.
I wanted to shout it out,
announce my arrival.
Feel the joy
and make it known.
I'm one of the club,
I have a say.

Realization then came,
of not knowing myself.
Of an existence, a being,
different from my reflection.
Yes, I could talk but not to myself.
Scold, yes. A number of times.
Consult my hidden fears,
ask them if they are comfortable.
But was devoid of words,
of thoughts to convey
to myself, to the world .

Not until I saw you fighting,
to pull off me, my cloak of silence.
Grappling with my resistance,
huffing, puffing and ranting.
But never giving up,
like a stubborn child.
That I talked to myself about,
how my desires still had hope.
Of getting unveiled,
of finding an expression.
Spring was tiptoeing towards me
from an unknown direction.