I’m out — no longer hiding in borrowed light,

No more folding my truth into corners of night.


I’m out — like dawn when the shadows release,

A quiet rebellion that feels like peace.

I’m out — with a heart that has learned how to stand,

Not asking permission to be who I am.


I’m out — where the air tastes honest and new,

Where grace feels wider than what I once knew.

I’m out — not perfect, but finally free,

A soul unbecoming what it used to be.


I’m out — and the world may whisper or shout,

But love is louder… and I’m finally out.