Perseverance Dressed In Green

If color really does hold memory, then I guess this all began when the constellations baptized me in chartreuse. My electric jade ambiance cascading my body like emerald silk. Fluorescent evergreens woven into the seams of my scars, always growing even when the wounds are still healing.

I don’t know if I was born to be a child of spring or have blossomed into one. The sea glass shreds barricading my heart is of all things an ode to the winters these vines have weathered.

When I was told her love was a thorn in my side, my neon aura began to riot. When budding femininity became the world’s auction, and the countless times I’ve given my amazonite glow to those I have not owed. The forest in my skull returns regardless.

I think of my resilience in the shade of Easter grass,

Long Island sunrise dancing at a nightclub,

The Northern Lights using Facetune,

My viridian luminescence prevailing, despite everything that has failed to smother it.