I won't call myself a rainbow, as I colour outside the lines;
But always irridescant, like the clouds move in the sky.
I am like a kaleidoscope,
All the colours of the rainbow,
my spirit evokes.
Constantly moving and changing in all directions,
With hues of white,
from my angels protection.
Sometimes, I am bright, as vibrant as the sun.
Other days are darker, with haze of greys, not wanting to see no-one.
We all have different pigments ,that make us unique
Our auras shine on,
Without words our palettes still speak.
Yellow is my positivity which comes in abundance,
if I am feeling this colour, my smiles come by the hundreds,
I can repaint a picture even on the saddest of canvas,
My ability to silver line,
Is sorcery,
& Illuminates my enchantress
I paint a picture with my words,
In between every line and every verse,
There are fragments still left in me,
As I break free,
From every generational curse.
The pain of the past,
Beams through, like the sun illuminating leadlight art
Green is connection to our beautiful Gaia,
When I am grounded by our mother earth makes my energy higher
Nature is abundant as it flows through our selves
The sun, the moon, & the stars cast the most magical of spells
The Trees' move as freely,
As I want to move,
Dancing to nature's rhythm,
In the most beautiful tune
Blue is my em-ocean-ional side it comes and goes like waves,
Sometimes lasting not so long and sometimes lasting days
They run deep as the Seascape,
As wide as the world,
I am Incorruptible yet delicate,
Similar to a pearl
Violet represents my third eye,
It's open for all to see,
As I wear my Spiritual side like my heart,
It's always on my sleeve.
It is our highest chakra,
When it is shining brightest
The worlds vibration rises faster
Orange is my favourite colour, and to me is my fire sign,
I am a proud Leo sun,
But my cancer moon it always shines
The hues of fire linger,
Like the leaves in Autumn,
The embers of my past self,
Can still be seen now the ash has fallen
Red is love,
The highest vibration there is,
Every heart beat of mine,
Is for my Husband and my Kids.
Even though our flesh,
Is not made of the same,
They have my wild heart forever,
as they are the only ones who have it tamed.
Indigo is my creativity,
The best friend I have ever known,
The friend that I turn to
When I feel most alone
I bleed between these lines,
And the words like water flow
I cannot be put into just one and only shade,
I am the colours of the rainbow,
a kaleidoscope you will find me, morphing into many frames




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