colors of my heart

red, bruised... evidence of survival
purple, sore... solid proof that this is my process.
pink, exhausted... not quite ready to give up.

I am a survivor.
and i shall continue to glow just as a golden flower.

black is slimming... white is right
green eyes of jealousy...red veins of rage
draped in purple royalty...
veiled by an undisputed favor.

a charmed jewel..... i am
worthy in any shade of spotlight
i am a beautiful work in progress
and in the spectrum of my life
i gleam with a resilient degree of hope;
aided by an immaculate essence of peace,
that fuels my earnest pursuit for an utopia.

so in the blue of my sorrow
and in the grey of my melancholy
i shall exude the most vibrant color of faith
materialized by a vivid portrait of my dreams.
with my mouth i shall articulate success..
i shall move mountains and with that power
i will collect a gallery of endless possibilities.
with one thought
i shall peer into the portrait of my discovery
ans sign it with colors of my heart.

the colors that have painted me into my place of destiny
a destiny smoked in with the mystery of chance
and highlighted by bold, beautiful textures of promise.
I bleed from this heart.......rainbow.

-stanley byrd