Watercolour Woman

Watercolour woman,

Faded in her hue,

Alone without her colour,

Her soul seeking renew.

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Somewhere along the way,

Her world became a blur,

Her features once defined,

Her spirit now deterred.

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Society made her plain,

Her self-esteem wary,

Her iridescence tarnished,

Completely ordinary.

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A challenge then she finds,

What makes you so unique?

Alas, she doesn’t know,

Her conviction ever weak.

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Compared to those around her,

She feels so very small,

She’s lost her inner spark,

So unexceptional.

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How then do you reclaim,

The spirit you once knew?

How do you become,

The most vivid version of you?

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To stand out in the crowd,

Expansive and so vast,

To finally come first,

Instead of always last.

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Then Something ignites the fire,

That’s burning deep within,

Your chance to become the woman,

You know you’ve always been.

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Embrace your ordinary,

Revel in your plain,

Use everything that held you back,

To fuel you as you gain.

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Watercolour woman,

Let your colour burst through,

Because there is no such thing,

As one the same as you.