Colours

Though I live in forest green,

I could never be just one colour,

Red and orange excite me,

Their warmth and energy

A necessary complement to life's blue undertones.

Yet all colours belong in creation,

Because life should emulate art,

And the story is lost

In a tapestry of a singular colour.

The rich variegated rainbow,

Tells the whole truth,

That life is multi-splendored,

And should not be whitewashed.

The soul shrivels when beauty is denied,

A pulsing ember dying back,

To faded cold gray.

So what does it matter if I am straight or gay?

Or traversing a spectrum, learning my way.

It matters, it matters, it does!

Because-

My light is yours to borrow

As we walk together towards tomorrow.