Come Out of Hiding

Running. Away from all the threats, the lies, the fears. The shouts carry the sound of disgust. They do not want me here. There is no one left that I can trust.

Staying. In the condition I am accustomed to. Despite the pain and sorrow; I’ve grown numb. This is okay. This is normal. Keep the scars out of view. I am to blame for what they have become. Hiding. Knowing that being in here is safer than the outside. No one can reach me here; or so I thought. Thoughts buzz within me like a swarm; my hands are tied. I sat. I hid. I grew tired. It stung. I fought. Whisper. A voice I hear, filled with peace and joy. “You’ve been in there long enough. Your job is not done. You are my child. You are chosen. It is you I employ. I silence the shouts. I stop the torment. I evict the fear. Your battle I’ve won.

Authority, Courage, and Power; to you I am providing. Keep on fighting. Come out of Hiding.”