Visibility is a choice,
But it's a choice I make for me
And for my siblings without a voice.
Many years I let my secrets brew,
Bubbling up an intense anxiety.
I trusted little with few.
I can't do that anymore.
I've bared my soul to the world,
And I won't shut that door.
Friends and family confided
In me their own pains--
Their inner world benighted.
Some said I empowered
Them to show themselves:
Seeing how I flowered.
Years I feared being me
Would hurt those I loved.
Instead I set them free.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 4:49 PM UTC
Visibility is a choice,
But it's a choice I make for me
And for my siblings without a voice.
Many years I let my secrets brew,
Bubbling up an intense anxiety.
I trusted little with few.
I can't do that anymore.
I've bared my soul to the world,
And I won't shut that door.
Friends and family confided
In me their own pains--
Their inner world benighted.
Some said I empowered
Them to show themselves:
Seeing how I flowered.
Years I feared being me
Would hurt those I loved.
Instead I set them free.
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