Pride in How we Strive

Candlelit shadows waver softly, to the rhythm of monochrome,

Chromatic grey scales play flat and sharp, all starkly juxtaposed,

Poised pixels’ pause, not skin-tight bound, won’t rest on restless views,

Views margins blurred to trill among, the myriad of hues,

Hu men, who kindly gaze between a sunset’s languished song,

So on goes the kaleidoscope a brighter hope strives on,

On to the edges, where colour fades and won’t be uniform,

Or formed like crayons, self-contained, what’s pre-packaged transforms,

Forms will melt, accepting room, to grow from what they know.

Know a melody between the colours breaths and flows in crescendo.

Oh! How our pigmentation bends with scars or dark exposure?

Sure. Beneath the outer armour lies; a harmonised composure,

Completely raise your voice in pride. Reign colour without umbrellas,

Umber tones between the colours fly in attuned acapella,

A celebration of odd socks – our camouflage unveils,

Veils lift, at risk, to now embrace, our blemished fairy-tale,

Ails not to old convention; baby blues and pinks combine,

In ecstatic life refraction, joys, loves, pains won’t be confined,

Finely dressed, to make-up, worn in death – all copy books forgiven,

For given from darkness, to float in the space between the colours of life’s prism.