True Colours

Too long I have spent trying to keep my colours separate.

Everything in perfect order.

A limited palette, muted for public display, an acceptable parody of matching hues.

Daily my Soul is tethered by the fear of rejection, it cannot take flight.

“Your colours clash, they are too messy, too loud, too bright. You are not harmonious with our theory. An outsider.”

Once said by others, now playing in the back of my mind, a driving rhythm.

Darkness comes, a growing storm.

My colours seem to fade. They cannot shine without the light.

Furious fate throws my cautious palette to the wind. Colours everywhere, the curated image destroyed.

Picking up the pieces I begin to see the beauty in the chaos. The full spectrum of my vibrant Soul, waiting to be seen.

I take the first step, the light slowly seeps in.

Silence.

The haunted echos quieted from my mind.

The canvas waits.