Pink, Purple, Blue

I was hiding in the dark,

In shades of Black and Grey.

I was going to be told,

"That's just how you feel today."

But as the dampening Grey

Settled in the air,

I realized the Black feeling

Was always there.

A desperate war within myself,

Bringing a deep, fluid Red.

I lay in my bed,

The peace washing over me.

I can't see.

I needed to be me.

No more hiding.

The Black turns to Blue.

There is an ominous glow,

In the dampening Grey.

That, I think, means hope.

The shades of Black and Grey,

Turn into shades of Pink, Purple, and Blue.

"Who are you?"

A hazy Red figure.

All sharp edges.

"I am you,

Had you of hid any longer."

My shadow changes hue,

To a vivid Pink.

This is me I think.

I know who I am.

They need to know too.

I feel brand new.

There isn't hate or repulse,

As dark as my shadow.

There is happiness and embrace,

As breathtaking as the most Royal Purple.

As freeing as being immortal.

I am Pink.

I am Purple.

I am Blue.