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A coming out story

By Alexandria SowellPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Here I sat

All alone

No one here

Everyone gone

I'm left with my thoughts

What a scary place

There are no walls

But I can't escape

I created a false reality

Some of my best work I might say

My canvas was blank

But I painted it a neutral shade of gray

Palatable and nice

Doesn't make a fuss or cause a scene

Gray was safe

But I wish I painted it green

The color of life- nature, money and trees

I want to be free as a grassy meadow

And as cool as the summer breeze

I've been hiding myself for so long

I want my colors to be me and true

Green felt nice

so I sprinkled in some blue

Open as the sky

Wandering like the sea

I stare at my reflection in the ripples of water

But is this really me?

Coming out of a dark room

Letting the sun rays illuminate my skin

A red and orange tint fills in the gaps

A new radiance from within

I looked up for so long searching for answers

But now it couldn't be more clear

After the weeping clouds of gray passed

A kaleidoscope of hues appeared

I wasn't chasing a pot of silver and gold

But I'm grateful that is what I received

a collection of bright pigments now stained my canvas

A masterpiece was conceived

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