To the Square

You,

curled up

In a small room,

Come out.

The more unbearable the pain of your wounds, the more you should come out.

Without needing to expose your scars, in the square,

Sharing hearts and sharing food,

You will find warmth among us.

The more you are consumed by cruel shame, the more you should come out.

Who among us is flawless and without weakness?

Just talk loudly, sing with us,

And you will forget what shame even was.

The more you are shaken by unknown anxieties, the more you should come out.

Observe, inspect, and touch our every glance, word, and action,

And you will realize that fear was never real.

You, who have wronged yourself and others,

You, who shrink in fear that your sins may be exposed,

Come, confess your mistakes, pay the price,

And claim the unchanging freedom.

Come out.

You,

Here,

To the square.