PRISM

RAINBOW PRISM

I saw only my sallow skin

and my dirty blonde hair

and my grey-green eyes

often clouded with despair.

A non-descript mousy being

I had perceived myself to be

‘til an eventful winter’s day

gifted me the chance to see

the colours of my being.

I was skating on a river

when I fell through thin ice

gulping air…swallowing water

I was certain I’d lose my life.

I was pulled to the surface-

my soul hovering in witness

to my ashen body lying limp

to rescuers under great duress

when a shaft of brilliant sunlight

pierced the muted mulberry sky

and as it rested on my still body

I knew I would not die.

I saw beauty in my being

through the eyes of my soul

and at that moment in time

I understood I am a rainbow.

I’m a red petaled rose

an orange-sunlight upon repose

a yellow butterfly on a breeze

a green growth of laurel leaves

a blue summer’s sky

an indigo raven flying high

a violet crown of chakra wisdom.

I am a beautiful rainbow prism.