I wish
I had my own house
in a quiet corner of the world—
with a waterfall singing,
trees standing still,
and birds carrying my secrets in their wings.

A place where I had my own freedom—
to breathe without fear,
to cry without shame,
to laugh without limits.
To wear whatever I want,
to do anything weird,
to simply exist as me.

A place where my emotions could live—
to show love without hesitation,
anger without guilt,
sadness without silence,
uneasy without pretending.

I wish
I had my own life to live,
not just to survive—
not scared,
not disappointed,
not hiding my heart behind masks,
not pretending to be strong
when I just want to be free.

I wish…
I had my own life.

S.Tara.R