Looking in the mirror

Not a care in the world

You sway like palm trees, ever so gently

Your feet glide upon the earth like a kiss from the wind

You walk poised and confidently

None is the wiser that your insides are array

You walk calmly yet full of power like a wave

Your mind is full of paint

Each color waiting to connect with other ones, just waiting to be discovered, dissected, and used

Your mind is never a blank canvas, because colors illuminate it

Not a soul can see the colors

It’s like a painting just for you

Perhaps one day you will find another with colors like the Northern lights in their head

For now, you will have to suffice with simply sharing your colors through a brush. 

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