Call me, a rainbow

I am,

a past that follows me to the present,

a rainbow arched across a sun-drenched sky.

I am,

violet, violent storms,

a world of white, long cold winter nights.

A daughter,

of purple mountains majesty,

risen from the vastness of a sagebrush plain.

A philosopher,

of deep blue skies taken prisoner body and soul,

into the unknown.

A giver,

of green springs, a miracle,

giving life to a rocky riverbed.

A dancer,

of yellow desert wind,

whirling, whistling through a barren land.

I am,

orange like the dust devils,

roaming the desert looking for a fight.

A child,

of red ripe strawberries,

eaten under lonesome star filled skies.

I am,

the color of the world,

of all the countries I’ve been,

the food,

the music,

the beat of a different drum.

I am,

the color of courage,

of fearlessness to break from ancient tradition.

Call me, a rainbow.