A Love Letter to Myself

Your existence is a kaleidoscope

A tapestry of all that you have learned

Iridescence woven through it, your hope

Silvery scars, battle wounds you have earned

From your onyx black pits of true despair

To the purple hued red of your passion

The moss green, umber freckled, thought filled stare

The Pearl of a smile you never ration

You speak rainbows out into navy skies

Your soft peach curves you raise up in glory

Now you don’t fear judgement from cold grey eyes

Each burst of bright colour tells your story

Each facet, all your shades, every hue

A swirling, tangle of beauty, it’s you.