Where have you been hiding?
I’d hide for hours under the stairs in the corner, way before
there was a Harry. It was my invisible test to see how
long before anyone noticed. I’d hear them passing by and up and down on their
way to rooms or cups of tea. Eventually I’d start to hear “where’s Kaye?” What a funny satisfaction in that simple question mark.
Where is your hiding place?
Have you been waiting for someone else to see you
and tell you it’s ok to come out to shine?
Have you been waiting for someone else to see you
and tell you it’s ok to come out to shine?
And when they did notice and say ‘hey, wonderful, that’s great’
did you pass it off and say ‘oh no’, ‘not that’, ‘not me’?
did you pass it off and say ‘oh no’, ‘not that’, ‘not me’?
It took a lot of years to realise it wasn’t up to them to
find me,
that I wasn’t a product of another’s reflection,
I had my own shine – inside.
that I wasn’t a product of another’s reflection,
I had my own shine – inside.
hello
Come out
Let's shine
Let's shine
together!
Where's your hiding place?
And what are you waiting for?
Where's your hiding place?
And what are you waiting for?
beautiful and thoughtful xx
ReplyDeleteLovely and simple! Wonderful, delicate style. I had a great hiding spot in my closet behind loads of clothes if I did not want to be found. But eventually I'd get bored. ;)
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