Refracted Light

What color is the lens you live through? / Rose-colored or a dingy grey? / Or maybe your glasses are: / a blue so deep the night sky seems too bright / an emerald green with pyrite flecks of gold / a red flag you can't seem to charge on through/ Or perhaps, / like Me, / You're not just a rainbow, //

But a prism - //

The quiet intersection where all your colors meet / To combine and display a brand new hue - / A color that is pure; uniquely You. //

Depending on the light that hits my face, / I will bend back a different view - / Revealing the parts causing the glow / But because the ones around me / See through their own lenses too, / Their view of my light is colored / By what they want to see as true. //

Some see me as Ms. Reggie - / a bright and bubbly orange / Who goes to work each day / and changes minds. //

Some see a warm mahogany / As they lay their burdens down, / knowing that I hold in sacred trust their truth. //

Some see my pink, blue, lavender / Some, muted red, black, yellow, blue / To some I show the purple bruises on my heart, / While some just see some royal jewels. //

Regardless of the shade you see / Of Me, please know this truth most deeply - / That when you share your prismatic self / With the other lights that bounce around you - / Together we make rainbows upon rainbows upon rainbows / Fractals revealing light, magnified anew. //