Aura

I’ll be the crimson fury behind your strength,

preparing you for battle,

not between neighbors and sirens,

but of head and heart and purpose.

Allow me to flow through your thoughts with a spark of yellow jubilance,

sprouting droplets of inspiration and mental stimulation,

beyond this space and time.

Provide me entrance into the muscle that beats for the moments of sky blue hues and Fuschia heartbreaks,

your wounds will be healed with Celtic green melodies and pints of ice cream,

promising to never let a tear escape your being in vain.

You are me and I am you,

a spectrum of colors seen by those who flow and vibrate towards the same frequencies,

unseen by the world who refuses to acknowledge us beyond color, status, textures, and intelligence.

I am your reminder that being you is enough.