colours

clinging to what hues I could

I fell backward into monochrome

seeped away were greens and blues

never mind the pink

waking from a sleepwalk

I peel away a layer of film

and even darkest blue

is deeper joy

I am not painted over

my colours are my own

the blinding patterns that swirl

of sadness found and remembered

of joys I never knew

the fear of being seen

the revelation of being wanted anyway

the warm glow of being a brother

and the skyscapes of love

the tears and smiles

they paint a picture

and the palette grows