There are words I want to speak 
And yet something holds me back 
Fear or terror 
Of what I am not but could be 
In my worst nightmares
If I just let my heart go free
They say its your light that scares you the most
It is much easier to hide out 
In corners or crevices 
Than to proclaim my truth to the world 
It is much easier to skulk back alleys and hallways 
Growing certain of their ways 
Than to stand out in the magnificent open
Amid the trees and the brush 
And be unashamed 
And openhearted 
To the wide world