love what is yours

With the tenderness of early adulthood came a colourful new friend

My skin betraying me with this red and unwelcome bumpy trend

The years trickling through my small pink hands with little improvement

A worse after shock came in the way of a new art movement

My once clear sky now full of dancing and mocking stars

My newest enemy soon to be known as scars

The storm was starting to subside but the flowers were not beginning to bloom

I could feel the hot stares of judgement gawk at my cratered skin in every room

Until one moment that changed my darkened perspective

I stared at the moon so flawed yet reflective

The comforting creamy blue with deep grey inconsistencies

I thought that I like the moon have no such deficiency

My face changed from a disastrous explosion of every unpleasant colour making their cameo

To a painters easel supporting the newest masterpiece of Van Gogh

Rich reds that look like love at first sight

Sweet pinks that smooth across the sky on a warm valencian night

Once angry purples that now remind me of my favourite eighties song

Colours that have grown with me for such time that I will miss them when they are gone

My youth left a palette of colour splashed across my iridescent face

Full of shades so complex and individual that I cannot help but love and embrace

These tones of misery reincarnated into part of who I am supposed to be

Taught me that we all need to embrace our individuality