C O L O U R S

I’ve tried to build a brick wall

to keep vulnerability in check

To not let you see what causes injury

or reveal the depths of dreams I treasured

To not share what scares me most

or the desires of my heart and mind

To not let slip the inner secrets of scenery

that steal my lungs capacity for breath

Or the sources of inspiration

that set my thoughts free

to roam the universe

I didn’t want to expose me

Because fear had kept me silent

I portrayed myself in black and white

Scared you'd run from all my colours

I am hues of blues

as deep and saturating as ocean waters

I am sunlight

weightless as a feather

illusive and dancing, reflecting between mirrors

I am colours in between

and colours you’ve never seen

I wanted to be flawless

so perhaps you’d find me interesting

In trying to become

what I already was,

I slowly had succumbed

to the ancient false-eties

that entrapped Eve in that garden

‘Did God really say?’ whispered in the air

‘His intentions can be trusted?’

a wicked seed sprouting from satan’s lair

Entrapping, engulfing, suffocating, accusing

the precursor to death: despair

But Freedom came in another colour

of deep and passionate crimson wine

It killed the weeds and sucked out the venom

of every demonic lie

It flows - even now - towards

every severed, splintered soul

and in Love’s great mercy binds

All the broken, scattered pieces

and all Truth’s eternal declarations

to the heart that is yours and mine

To a time where brick walls had no purpose

and were never part of the Creator’s design

So I will live my life wide open

in all of the colours that were woven

into the artwork of my frame

into the curves and rhythms of my DNA