creation colors.

No matter what colors

You try to paint of me

I am as by design

Despite nicks,

Flaws,

Characteristics

 

I am a portrait in its prime

And even then a progress, incomplete

 

Even until this day

 

I am the colors

As other have filled in the summit of love, memories, and gratefulness

 

All of this, and then some of which

I choose, make up me

I am somehow, still not me

Because I have not yet reached

The zenith

That totality of being.

07/27/17

Advertisements