Like the silky gossamer wings of a dragonfly,
as it soars through the air,
unaware of the trials and tribulations of those below,
my spirit soars with the coming morn,
and the brightness of the day.
Or like the inner layer of a seashell
gathered up by an enthusiastic child on the beach,
holding it up to the light
to watch the colors dance around the hollow inside.
I am hollowed out, but full of color,
A void of endless possibilities.
Or like a bubble, gracefully drifting through the air,
swayed by the slightest breeze or gust of wind.
Sitting on a blade of wet grass, poised to take on the world
at a moment’s notice.
The threat of popping always present, yet still I float along,
refracting the light around me in intricate patterns.
Swirls of red passion,
and yellow happiness
flowing through my veins,
coiling around my insides
until the entire lining of my body becomes a shimmering surface,
and I am transformed into a prismatic being of light.
I am iridescent,
a shifting, calamitous,
fluid cacophony of colors
that morph and warp around the curved surface of my body.
I am everything and nothing all at once,
like a crystal of ice illuminated by the rising sun,
glorious in its simplicity.
I am a reflection, a refraction of the swells of light and dark
that color my existence, yet the power
to hold all the colors at once resides in me.
I am luminous,
and I shine with the intensity of a thousand suns
blazing forth to welcome the coming dawn.