Uplifting

Here is a poem I wrote to express my thoughts and emotions as a parent of a trans kid. Everyone has a right to be who they want to be. Wish the world would become a more accepting place and let the kid be herself, and I hope I can empower her in a world and environment that sometimes can be toxic and hostile. I was taught that parents are meant to map the world, to draw its borders early, to say this is who you are and believe certainty is kindness. But my child taught me oth

I woke to a stirring deep inside, a pulse, uncertain, yet alive. Life stood before me, not as a promise, but a road unfolding in morning light Mesmerized, I set out on a trip, started walking the winding road, I walked on, no map, no sign, just a small flame burning inside. The road was kind, the road was cruel, wandering wild, breaking each rule. It cut my feet, yet lit the sky, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walked on, I walked on, the road is, where I belong. There

Re-written as an uplifting song/anthem based on the original :"Mountain" written some time back. Released on Spotify on Dec 12, 2025 I fought and I grappled, with a mountain in sight, Pushed through the shadows, and stood up to the fight. But I didnt give up and told my self that The fight is not in vain so I must climb and I must rise I must climb and I must rise At times, it grew taller, that mountain ahead, Unyielding and daunting, my courage near dead. Something inside wh

I fought and I grappled, with a mountain in sight, Pushed through the shadows and stood up to the fight. At times, it grew taller, like a mountain ahead, Unyielding and daunting, my courage near dead. I pressed on regardless, but gained little ground, Till the truth dawned within, a new wisdom found: The mountain I climbed wasn't carved out of stone— It rose from my fears and doubts I had grown. Any mountain can crumble, when the heart finds its might, And from the ashes I ro

This is the song version of my poem "Letting Go " . Just a humble attempt to add a melody and voice to the emotions. I held you tight, my little one, Just wasn’t ready to let you go. Too afraid you’d face the storms alone — the wind, the cold, and the unknown. But most of all, I feared this cruel world. Would it let you be? Would it let you fly? Would it let you grow? I was afraid— Would it let you find your happiness, See your beauty I’ve always known? Will you fly beyond y