I am a spectrum of parts made of light
The colours apparent
With each turning facet
The blues; turbulent turmoil and storms
That crash against the stone walls
Of my heart when its blackened
They thunder with cadence and reverberate songs
Their rhythm is constant
My emotions; the tomes
The fiery golds and yellows and reds
My passions, obsessions
The songs stuck in my head
My heart is molten, cracked, melted again
Cooled by the emerald seas
and the blue green of waves
The purples and rosebud pinks of my wonder
Soft hues of childhood
And the vast space beneath it
It tears me asunder sometimes, all the colours
But in the blackest parts
My mind, illness, heart
There is always that bright white smattering of stars
The spark of divine that fractures in colour.
For I am a spectrum of parts made of light
The colours apparent
No matter how dark.
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This was a wonderfully vivid exploration through colour of what makes up a person and you, in particular. I love this line: "The spark of divine that fractures in colour". That idea that light can show all your different facets feels true.