All My Screams Within

All my screams within — I cried them out in silence, I wrote because I existed! Behind an honourable life that need not be denied, I stand. All my screams within — I cried them out in silence. Perhaps no one heard, but the paper trembled. I wrote because I existed. The proof of my being was not a signature — it was a wound. They thought I was silent. But I had taken refuge in words. Every letter was an act of resistance. Behind an honourable life that need not be denied, I stand. Because I did not bow — I merely thought. Merely felt. Merely wrote. My victory is hidden not in applause but in refusal to surrender. In picking up the pen again after every fall. A life need not be lived at full volume. Some lives are lived in depth. And I stand on the side of depth. I wrote. Because every moment I was silent was a denial of myself.