Kaleidoscope

Maybe I’m not going to hide anymore.

Maybe I’m going to hold my head up proudly,

place my scars on display,

fall in love with the bruises that come from loving so damn hard.

This life filters through my veins and leaves its footprints scattered across my soul.

Maybe I don’t want to sweep up the dirt anymore to pretend this house is perfect.

Maybe perfection is the blueprint to the mansion I always thought I wanted,

but now I see those mansions are cold and empty and

with dirt comes new life,

with scars comes healing.

I will follow them like train tracks to a new beginning.

To the place where the warrior is patiently waiting to be freed.

Maybe I’ll finally free her.

Inhale the breath that tastes like release.

Exhale the walls I used to lean on.

Become the kaleidoscope of color that comes from

splattering paint across an empty canvas.

Maybe I’ll break the rules I set against my self.

Lean into the lioness with an untamed roar.

Maybe she knows where she’s going

Maybe she knows of a city on a hill somewhere far in the distance

Where love doesn’t leave bruises

Where bruises are nothing but the healing kisses of light.