(R)evolutionary

If my soul had an aura it would be blue,

Not stormy or dark but bright cerulean,

Like the chaos and the glamour of what I lived through.

The vibrance of my faith is what pulls me in.

Entrenched in my core, burning deceptively bright

Emblazoned in boldness, education though pain

The glory of morning leads to the richness of night

As covered in struggle, I am cleansed by the rain.

If her soul had an aura, it would be gold

A memory lost in transition, a past version of me

Her beauty, so brilliant, her fierceness so cold.

We had to part ways, I am no longer she.

Enraptured in knowledge, abrasive awareness

Changes forthcoming she saw in her dreams

She clamoured against the universal unfairness

But I knew there was truth, it isn’t all that it seems.

As her fire of gold is reborn in my blue

I hold hands with the ghost of the girl who I played

As her facade fades into deep ocean hues

I release her and embrace this man that I’ve made.

Her memory, a seed for my aura to grow.

My strength to inspire, new mountains to climb

I draw on my herstory, as his story will show,

Changes are happening in my own time