The Longing

I can sense it,
your longing to be seen.
I can feel it,
your desire to be your whole self.
I can hear it,
your inner voice calling.

Hear me.
See me.
Hold me.
Love me.

You are unique,
dear one.
There is no one else
in this world
like you.

You are unique.
And your uniqueness is needed.
I need you,
in your purest self.

But we live in a world of facades.
We grow up believing we need to be someone else.
Something else than our inner core,
to fit in and be accepted.
We get shaped into mainstream facades.
Our unique qualities get buried
underneath layers of societal norms.
Your uniqueness gets conditioned away.

But dear one,
it’s not gone.
I can hear it in you,
calling softly.
I can see its light shining
through the cracks
in your facade.
And you know what?
It is beautiful.

Come out, dear one!
I want to meet you!
I want to play,
and explore
what creation might emerge
when our uniquenesses
meet and mingle.

Do you trust me?
Here, take my hand.
My heart is wide open,
and there is nothing else there
but love for your uniqueness.
And for mine.
Come out and play.

Please,
come out.
I need you.
I, too,
long for you
to be you.

You.