Connected by color

We are all made up of color,

unique and all our own.

Separate, individual,

reeling, feeling all alone.

The same red blood we bleed, we need,

to them, I’m an enigma.

While I see us judge each other

by a vile, outdated stigma.

A deserted island on my own,

with every word that rhymes with orange.

Being everything to everyone,

back and forth, a lonely door hinge.

And the bold, yellow beam

that should shine from my third chakra

is diluted, drowned identity,

a murky lime and aqua.

An adolescent, young adult,

a yearn to learn, yet I stay green.

After all the years of hiding,

simply wanting to be seen.

My fears, the tears fall down my face,

a sad, blue river flows.

Behind each bend and corner,

a destination no one knows.

Indigo’s intuition blocked,

how can I guide myself?

Stop consuming, start unlearning,

put ‘what I know’ back on the shelf.

And finally, with violets grace

and universe connection.

I build my inner happiness

by learning introspection.

Every unique color

holds a darkness on its own.

Through inner storms, seeds of presence,

bonds and unity are grown.

When we embrace the space that’s in our face ,

the rainbow comes together.

Complete, connected, endless

and bound by eternal tether.

Red becomes our shared life source,

beating one pump at a time.

Orange, our creativity,

a fruit that needs no rhyme.

Yellow, mellow and ourselves,

we’re feeling heard and seen.

Education, gay and straight,

means we’re no longer green.

A destination no one knows,

the blue river is exciting.

A third eye, lit by indigo,

a map that needs no sighting.

As always, with violets grace

and universe connection.

We build our inner happiness

by learning introspection.

We are all made up of color,

unique and all our own.

Accepted and connected,

we’ll never be alone.