I hide my power often not because I’m ashamed of it but because others are.
This endeavor, to loosen the grip on another’s shame is one that sits in the shadows unannounced for many of us.
Accustomed to the unfiltered smell of second hand criticism usually puffed up from a first hand friend or family member.
We dial down our destiny with a silent grace that most do not hear less one pair of ears.
Wary whispers befall your inner ear, that voice that holds you dear draws near and whispers.
“Please Shine Again!”
And so with an eager heat bulbs begin to burn again and the soot, dust and grime of second hand shadows slowly burns away.