Not opaque

There is something in me that isn’t opaque. There is something in me I can’t fake.

There is something in me that is awake, and for luv’s sake, finally I can see I’m free.

Free of the hatred.

Free of the second looks.

Free of caring what they think.

Free to be the version of myself

The real version, the true one, the one I’ve always been.

That says what I think.

That doesn’t blink or slink away.

I’m no longer afraid of standing up for what I believe.

I believe we all deserve to feel seen.

We all deserve to be heard.

We all deserve to say the words we feel.

And what I feel is that I need to help others heal.

For the sake of us, for all humanity.

I don’t have all the answers.

I’m not an expert in all things.

But I know my heart.

 I know my soul.

And I know that my role is to help others feel whole, transparent and free.

To let them know I’m here, we’re all here with empathy, compassion and grace.

And they don’t cost a thing, but they give everything.