You know who you are. You know the truth. You know.
You know the steps. You know the notes. You know the way it felt to colour and fill the page with your marks. You know your brilliance. You know your truth. You know where it is. You know where you lay it down, and you know why.
A time is coming, and is now here, when your feet will dance, your voice will sing, your art will make hearts break and weep, and your truth will break heaven open and cause chains to fall away.
Will you go? To that place where you buried your truth? Will you go?
Do you dare not to?