I will express what blossoms whithin me,
I will share what lightens my path;
And show these riches to the world,
And take pride in the greatness of Life's Art.
You may say that I'm vain,
You may say that I'm not humble enough.
But constriction takes its seeds
In the dark abyss of self-hate,
And the frail beauty of the humble
The thin cover that keeps oneself safe from rejection and hurt.
I feel that the risk it takes to share my truth,
And feel free and seen and known,
Is Worth the risk of being judged
And left apart by those I love.
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