Pink, Oh, Pink My Hope

Pink

I first met you when I was just an infant.

And over time my relationship with you grew distant

Some would say that I took you for granted.

Or perhaps my perception of your power was slanted.

Oh pink, I thought you were too bright.

But if I’m honest, I was just afraid of my own light.

Afraid to stand out or let my true thoughts oppose the norm,

When deep down, I always knew I was meant to take the room by storm.

But oh surprise, surprise

As of last October, you became the twinkle back in my eyes.

In the darkest days of my life,

You, Pink, became a symbol of peace, despite the strife.

You, pink became one of my greatest symbols of hope.

When I found myself falling, you were the rope that helped me cope.

Now a glimpse of your brightness engulfs me with kindness.

You bring out my deepest levels of tenderness.

Pink, now I take a little of you everywhere I go,

In every room, with you, I could never be the status quo.

As your hues shower me with power,

I am the center of attention ever hour upon hour.

The world that once was so dark and I wanted to give up

But it was reminders of you pink that kept my head up

Now I see that for every blank or distorted canvas,

I am the illustrator and writer and that makes me over joyous.

Pink, with your brightness and my light,

I’m going to soar to such a new height.

Now with you, God, and Grace,

I’m prepared to take over any space.