Hidden

 

I feel like I’ve spent my life hidden

the way you hide

your mess in the closet

before company comes over

I seemed to be strategically covered

the way a man combs over a bald spot

before he leaves the house

 

Now I know they say

“God makes no mistakes.”

He made me on purpose

just the way I am

But there were days I wondered

if I was the piece of art the

Creator wasn’t sure He

wanted anybody to see

 

Perhaps I was a painting

that got buried up

in the dusty attic

and forgotten about

Or maybe I was a hero

that others overlooked

because my superpower

was invisibility

 

All I knew is

to be hidden

when you felt born to shine

is a special kind of hell

I’d pray for my

desire to be seen

to curl up in surrender

and peacefully die

 

But now I know

to be hidden

when you feel born to shine

is a special kind of love

I pray for my

desire to be seen

to curl up in surrender

and peacefully wait

 

I feel like I’ve spent my life hidden

the way you hide

your gifts in the closet

to reveal at the right time

I seem to be strategically covered

the way a mother tucks in her child

so he can rest easy

 

Now I know they say

“God’s timing is perfect.”

You’re life is divine

Just the way it is

You’re a piece of art

the Creator custom-made

for the right display

at a particular moment.

 

~Megan