Obscene

Obscene

Sometimes I feel obscene:

indecent. lewd. offensive.

Because I can't go unseen.

Somewhere along the line

I broke the dimmer switch

ripped the dial from the wall

and started to shine.

See,

this little light of mine

has never been so little.

It's obscene because

I refuse to hide it.

I refuse to cover it up.

Because this light is a fire from gods,

a fire called love.

And the love of gods is

indecent, lewd, offensive,

painfully bright,

and hard to ignore.

I'm not a burning bush

because this voice is my own,

but sometimes the words are inspired

and I feel consumed to speak

truths bigger than myself.