Step Into Soft Pink

I once breezed coolly through open doors,

Safe in a shell of steely blues and crisp greens.

The colour of water glinting in the sun

Rushed over my body bringing familiar calm.

The light passing through oak leaves

Dappled my skin so I felt like a mystery.

The bright icy sky of dawn in the wintertime

Lit my face and I knew I was beautiful.

Then, I stepped tentatively outside of

The hues of oceans and trees and skies

My shimmering armour fell away

Taking with it the cool front, so aloof.

The colours became the soft pinks

Of insides turned out for others to see

And words spoked from uncertain lips

And gentle moments in dim lit rooms.