I walked through years beneath a shroud,
Hiding truths, I dared not say aloud.
A mask of safety, a borrowed disguise,
Shielding my soul from piercing eyes.
The world seemed cruel, its judgment sharp,
Each whisper felt like a cutting harp.
I danced to tunes not meant for me,
A caged bird dreaming of being free.
I feared the loss, the pain, the sting,
Of loving myself and the change it would bring.
Would I stand alone, a fragile spark?
Would Trump’s world snuff me out, leaving me in the dark?
But fear, though loud, will one day fade,
Replaced by a strength that love had made.
Each step I took, though trembling, true,
Unveiled a horizon of brighter hues.
No longer bound by shame’s cruel chain,
I learned that joy could follow pain.
Authenticity—a tender seed—
Takes root in courage and meets the need.
Yes, fear still lingers, its shadow near,
But, I pray, love outshines it, year by year.
For living my truth, I’ve found my voice,
And with it, freedom and the power of choice.
So to those who hide in fear’s embrace,
Know that your truth is a holy place.
The world may stumble, it may not see,
But your light is holy; let it be free.
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