The Risk Of Being Seen
After you have risked.
After you have dared.
When you return to yourself,
you replay the words,
the stares,
the movements,
the energy.
The questions circle:
“Did I offer too much?”
“Did I disappear too soon?”
Leaving the cocoon means venturing out—
being visible, risking again.
Vulnerable.
Exposed.
Insecure.
Vulnerability wraps itself around you like a second skin—
thin, tender, alive.
“This too is part of becoming”
There is a flicker of excitement in your chest,
but the shadows are loud:
“Do I belong here?”
“Will I be enough?”
Shadows of worth and belonging
try to drown the flickers of spontaneity,
the delicate threads of excitement.
Old scripts whisper amid new actors.
New scenery dressed in the conditioned drapes of the past.
Old judgements linger,
even as new questions rise like lanterns.
But even here, a soft voice persists:
“This too is part of becoming.” You step forward—
not perfectly,
not completely sure—
but forward all the same.
“Where have you risked being seen lately? What soft voice waits for you in the aftermath?”
In Tenderness
Ashé | Being Human
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