This is for you.
This is not for someone over the shoulder.
I am speaking to you.
Because you need to hear this.
You have gifts, you have great magic gifts.
Wild impossible to hide gifts.
"I can't see them."
"I can't feel them."
"They are not here."
Gifts that you have shut off from.
This is what happens.
When your gifts aren’t witnessed.
When your gifts have been witnessed and ignored by someone you love.
Someone that you admire.
A mother.
A Father.
A Teacher
An Aunt.
The space they left.
When they left you hanging.
When you spoke.
Or you showed.
They saw.
And they said nothing.
A little girl.
A delicate bud.
You got fallen.
You got hurt.
What were you to do?
You wanted to make sense of it.
You wanted to make it ok for the lack of witnessing
For the lack of grace of the witnessee.
You did the best thing you knew how to do.
Because you had the power and the insight.
To make it ok.
For them.
So you swapped pride for quiet.
And shame came in.
In that waiting empty space where all you should have heard was applause.
Came nothing.
You should have been raised to the ceiling like champagne in crystal glassware.
But no one said nothing.
But you tried to make it ok.
For them.
For him.
For her.
For them.
And you covered your gifts with shame.
Cut yourself off from your gifts with the shame.
But you know what I see ?
What you can't see.
That shame cant hide your gift.
Your magnificent gift.
The gift that sits waiting.
For permission to be realised.
Waiting to be seen.
I see you and I see the gift.
I can also see the shame.
They were wrong.
They were blind.
They were jealous.
And you can be free.
Because you and your gift should both be free.
I’ll be your witness.
All your gift needs to be set free.
Is the breath of the witness.
Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwhoosh
Listen. Shhhh.
Let your shame leave.
And let your gift rise.
This is for you.