My Colors

Although my shade may be bronze, it’s not what one looks upon that counts.

If one looks within, and looks past all my sins, they would find a genuine heart that pounds.

Its beat never loses step, no matter how many tears it’s wept, because it yearns to shine bright.

Bright like ROY G BIV, its colors flow through a sieve, only filtering out love and unconditional light.

When it feels like losing hope, it puts on its coat, of many colors. The colors coming from within, are sure enough to win, against any malice, that tries to unbalance, it’s jovial whim.

Even days when I’m not strong, and those around me make me feel as if I don’t belong, I just take a look deep inside, and I try not to hide, my heart’s true colors.

They make me feel so at home, like I could weather any storm, like a beacon in the night, no one can smite, my colors.

They shine of red, blue, and green like a fighting machine, reminding me of who I have yet to be.

And then purple, orange and yellow, are for when I need to mellow, those thoughts running through my head that are better left unsaid.

So when you have days like mine remember, words from others are only feathers, that flock to those like them, like a rooster without its hen.

Because I can stand alone, and know that I already have a home, because what I have inside are the colors of God’s light. No one will ever take my colors.