My Lense

The sky, so vast that every cloud that passes carries a different story

a different life

A symbol of freedom, of peace, of beauty

So immense that every birdsong is swept away

only to resurface as a seed of joy in someone’s day

The sky, a gateway to the stars

a lens in which we may view the emptiness of the void

not as a vacuum undeserving of attention

but as a vibrant plane of possibility

changing with the seasons, unobstructed by ridicule

My lense, a great blue glass

Does not cover the truth, but reveals it

And as I walk among the world,

Among emotions living in physical shells

I feel lucky that my outside matches my inside

While so many others struggle with identity

I feel that my shell is a window to my heart

A lense for my passion

Passion so colorful that the wind will cease

Color like the sky

Color so strong and unique that even when the sun

descends on the horizon

the wind and the clouds and the moon utilize their joy and love

to paint their colors across the sky

Color like identity and bravery and truth

Like purity and kindness and love

And even though not everyone is there to witness it

and even though the colors of the sky might fade with the light

the whispers in wind and the song in the clouds will linger

until the sun rises once more

and with it

the pride that I so strive for