Visible

Feb 6th | 2023

“So say what you want, dear

But the courage was won

With the way that you spoke here

When the dreaming was done”

I get lost in it sometimes. So so lost. Walking blind, half dead, parched for the perfect circumstance. But I fall. I fell. Smashed my face and skinned my knees and I lay weeping for some reprieve, some breeze, some place for some peace. Even if it hurts, I’d rather die and go through rebirth than reside in hell of the unknown. The ungrown, unsewn and unraveling seams of unspoken dreams live here.

I’m not that. I’m not stunted. But I do surprise myself, often. Splay my softness and I drown trying to cover it back up. It’s futile. The oxidation rusts away at the beauty and newness of fresh skin in the game. And I hate that. Because it is beautiful. I am beautiful, complex, rich with substance; always protecting these oceans of femininity from those blind to her depths. Always seeking divinity, accountability, speaking truth through soliloquy. Because I need an outlet too. I just don’t do it as beautifully as some of you.

It’s a new day. And while I know no more up from down than before, I know that I left my skin there, for you. I won’t retract, redact, reduce, or react to the reverb of revelation.

I do not expect for the moon & stars to be delineated in this dark. They just seem to shine brighter here, and it’s easy to dream and quench a withering heart when hope has a visual.

I need you to become visible.