I’d hide for hours under the stairs in the corner, way before
there was a Harry. It was my invisible test to see how
long before anyone noticed. I’d hear them passing by and up and down on their
way to rooms or cups of tea. Eventually I’d start to hear “where’s Kaye?” What a funny satisfaction in that simple question mark.
Where is your hiding place? Have you been waiting
for someone else to see you and tell you it’s ok to come out to shine?
And when they did notice and say ‘hey, wonderful, that’s great’ did you pass it off and say ‘oh no’, ‘not that’, ‘not
It took a lot of years to realise it wasn’t up to them to
find me, that I wasn’t a product of another’s reflection, I had my own
shine – inside.
Where's your hiding place? And what are you waiting for?