Hiding

"Careful of those who admire you deeply, think you're brilliant, but resent your light." Warsan Shire

Not safe, not safe at all
   In that thing called love just on the edge of hate
It could turn on a dime with no warning
   Too many dimes strewn on the floor
Too many times it had turned me all around
   And upside down
Not safe, not safe at all

"Hide it under a bushel? No!"
   The children joyfully shout
As they sing of their little light, innocence
   Tells me to let it shine, let it shine
But it used to just turn on a dime
    And I was the one who got burned
Not safe, not safe at all

Susan

"This Little Light of Mine" written by Harry Dixon Loes