Before You Came Poem by Richa Tripathi

Before you came to me
I was strong
I was free
I was independent
and I was me.

I used to think of the day
when you would arrive
and I would stop myself
from flying
from trying
from craziness
and from being me.

Oh! How wrong
Oh! How mistaken
Those fears had been
For you taught me to soar
and to conquer the world
and to go where noone has gone
and to be joyful
and to be happy
in being me while being me.