“True colors”

In silver dawn or evening’s blue embrace,  
We wander cloaked in cloths of shy design—  
Yet woven in our veins, a secret trace:  
The threads of self, no mask can quite confine.  

A flicker: laughter’s gold on worried gray,  
The blush of kindness lighting up our skin,  
Brave turquoise hopes that brighten ordinary day,  
And stormcloud purples cradling storms within.  

Oh, how we learn, by gentle, patient art  
To peel the layers, painted out of fear—  
Accept the crimson passion, chart by heart  
The green of growing, bright and unmapped, here.  

We’re patchwork sails that catch the honest light—  
A spectrum turning shadow into flight.  
For each true color, vivid and unplanned,  
Reveals the masterpiece of who we am.

Create Your Own Poem | Recent Poems