Unique from yellow to pink

Golden locks make it ok to finely dine from silver, polished platters.

Yet, when life’s paintbrush splatters

I answer it in yellow.

Unlike cowards.

More like flowers...

That bloom after showers.

I’ll withstand the rain.

I’ve made lemonade

with less

but I must contest

there’s been a windfall of pain.

And sorrow.

I’ve borrowed

tissues along the way.

Imagining sunrays and brighter days.

To make things okay.

It has not been easy,

And I’ve not hit every mark.

And I’m less than perfect.

Although perfectly picked apart.

My ability to emerge from dust

means I must

take sips of raindrops.

Stop me; they won’t.

Slow me; they don’t.

Pluck me; they can.

Just remember I began

As a tiny sliver of yellow

Smeared and ran

Down a canvas via ink

And metamorphosed into what makes me unique

Tickling the tiny hairs of your nose

Ushered into the sweet smell of pink.