She is a Rainbow

She is a rainbow-

not the aftermath of a storm,

but the bold, defiant bridge born within it.

She does not wait for the skies to clear-

she paints them.

Each color she carries

was earned, not gifted-

Red from the wounds she dared to leave open,

Orange from fires she walked through without flinching,

Yellow from the sun she swallowed on her darkest days.

Green from every seed she buried in grief,

Blue from oceans she cried but never drowned in,

Indigo from nights she made peace with the void,

Violet from dreams she protected like sacred flame.

She has thunder in her laugh

and lightning behind her eyes.

You cannot erase her with silence-

she stains the sky with her becoming.

They called her too much:

Too wild. Too loud. Too tender.

But she is not too anything.

She is everything.

The full spectrum.

A kaleidoscope heart that keeps beating

even when cracked like stained glass.

She does not ask the rain to stop-

she dances in it,

her footsteps stitching light

into every puddle left behind.

She is a rainbow.

Not a promise after pain,

but proof that even the broken light

can still make beauty.