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