Fuchsia

We’re all born a blank canvas.

When I was a baby mine was tinged with the lightest touch of yellow. I was delicate, pure, and sweet.

As I grew into a child streaks of red danced across. I was bold, brave, filled with an adventurous spirit.

Then as a teen my red was dampened by shades of blue, when I felt despair and heartache for the first time.

As the years went by, the melancholy colors of life consumed my canvas. All I could see was darkness when I desperately wanted light.

But then one day the dark hues cracked and the vibrant colors at my core shone through like a sunrise.

The bright oranges and reds, and the saddest blues swirled into a tornado until the most beautiful shade of fuchsia bled over everything.

Leaving me with the color my canvas was always meant to be.