A black queer experience
What’s Your Word: Hidden
What’s Your Word: Hidden

What’s Your Word: Hidden

Thought it was hidden
But it was just buried
In my blind spot.
Thought I was healing
But it wasn’t planted
In the right spot.
I thought I was ready
But I was just hiding from
Being seen.

Out of sight
Isn’t out of feeling.
Learning to be seen
Can sometimes feel like falling
Into yourself
And out of yourself.
If I want to reveal,
I need to be ready to be seen.
Out of hiding.
Into sight.

It’s hard keeping
The hurt hidden.
It’s hard healing
Through the hurt.

It’s hard.
It hurts.
But I have to heal.
I have to do the heart work.

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