The Color in My Soul
The idea of color seems so simple.
It's everywhere we look.
But how simple is it, really,
when you're not speaking of a book
or a picture or a drawing,
or an average box of crayons?
When speaking of the soul,
the idea of color becomes profound.
Brittanica says color is simply the range
of light that humans can see.
Oh, but some humans have narrow vision,
where color is blocked, and love is not free.
And that's the profoundness of color.
At least it was for me.
For I came from a world whose vision
kept color under lock and key,
It was a world of mostly darkness
where very little light came through.
Where color was shamed and hidden,
and acceptance was never true.
But even in the midst of the darkness,
I clung to a glimmer of light.
Protecting the color inside me
and holding on through every fight
so that when I finally broke free
and left the darkness behind,
I knew where to find my color.
And it was there, loving and kind.
So I spread it far and wide,
with passion for others to see.
But I also kept it close and deep,
in places that were just for me.
I branded it where hate used to live,
and covered the damage and blame
so that whenever I saw my reflection,
light and color covered the shame.
So now, no matter the time
or age or pain or strife,
No one can take my color from me
for it will follow me beyond this life.
And whenever I see a human
whose vision is less than whole,
I remind myself of my color
that lives inside my soul.