sky high poetry

i am so wholly and authentically myself, these days
built from people, places, moments lost to the past

a mosaic of memories, collection of colors painting my person

some tones and shades stain me permanently
can't pick or choose which, i'm just growing and flowing with the universal current

but i never expected my most prized and prideful hues to be the ones the current washed away.

my soft pink and orange has turned to beautiful blue, deep purple, and magnificent magenta
now i'm left to wonder what that means for the girl who was once proudly painted in sunrise.

i'm disconnected from her, now
as i fall for him and am loved, truly seen
the sparks fly fast and furious
and it all feels so natural, so safe, so so right 

in a way it never quite did during my sunrise days.

but as i lean into this new version of me, with him by my side
i start to forget about my colors all together

and that feels so
so
wrong.