Coming out (if you like it, comment about it)

I’m still in this place stuck with my memories.

It’s not leaving me, I must let it out.

It’s not coming out, I must pull it out.

But I am letting it out, I am letting it in.

I am keeping it open, in and out.

I close it in fear, I open it for love.

I open it for love and acceptance.

I keep it open for blessings.

I keep it open for them to get in.

I am being called, I am keeping it open to serve.

But I am still stuck, in place of the dead.

It’s no longer serving me, I have to let them know.

I can stay here, I know they wouldn’t care.

I have a little connection, they’ll keep it open.

I will allow myself to work here or there, wherever.

I will keep it open for both ways.

I will have to ask if I will be allowed.

My choice. Wherever I go, I am allowed.

I’ll go with the flow, comeon I am an adult now.

I’ll succeed at home, I’ll succeed where I currently belong.

I must share where I live, I must share where I stayed.

They must know so they can help me.

They wouldn’t force me, it’s okay. I will submit.

As long as I will submit myself to them, I will be found.

Nobody will force me, nobody will force me.

I’ll do it my way.

I am grown up, shame nor shyness doesn’t work for me now.

I must succeed. I must come out. I must share.

My ego shit me. I hated it so I’m not keeping it.

I’ll let it go. I’ll set it free. It must be free.

I will start supporting communities.

I feel like I’m alive there.

I grew up in a little town where nobody knows it existed.

Now I want to come out from there.

I’ll live this life outside of that little box.

I must be free. I must be known. I must exist.

I hated my shadows, it kept following me.

I think I have to be in the world without moon.

One sun in front, One sun at the back.

Isn’t that cool? I know it really does.

Coming out from this feeling of poverty and can’t do it attitude, really sets me free.

I know I can, I know I can. If I act I can’t.

My time has come. This time is real.

I have to take notice of the beautiful things that grows out of nothing.

It must be special. It must be magical.

I’ll take care of it. I’ll let the two suns feed it.

No more being stuck in this mud.

No more being stuck underneath this box.

I must come out. I must let myself out.

I must trust that the angels will keep watch on me because I am special.

I get gone. I get lost. I came back out. I came back in.

They thought I was gone. Oh I was not. I was only hiding.

In my cocoon. A cocooon that no longer existed. I am already seen.

I am no longer a child, I can’t act like this any longer.

But I have to come one with friends who will not cut me out.

I have to be surrounded by people who will surrender their kindness and their support.

I am older, I am stronger, I am better.

It’s time to show them, I have existed.

It’s time, it’s time.