The Treasure Inside of Me

I feel it.

It’s crying to get out.

It’s crying “let me be the forefront of what they see.”

Yet the sinking longing it has to burst from the depths of my soul into the lives of those around me...

Is quieted by fear.

It is silenced by social and religious norms.

It is reminded to behave, to refrain from appearing too “out there.”

So the very longing of all my existence remains caged;

While the walking dead waste away into nothing;

While all shreds of hope are stolen from the ones I love.

Yet, I am afraid of it being free,

For I know what THAT will mean.

It will mean rejection

It will mean sorrow

It will do something very painful:

It will break the deepest places of my heart.

It will cause me to watch the treasure inside of me be trampled by the blinded.

I will lose myself, my dignity, my stance

I will be labeled.

I will be reprimanded.

I will see change.

Hope will be restored.

Jesus will be seen.

What will it be?