Izabell Skoogh |
Gray rainbow
This child, me,
gray, dark, ugly.
Not much colors in life,
nothing.
At most different shades.
I tried my very best
to paint but without
brushes
paint
and sparkling glitter
I realized this is not for me.
This child, me
was not destined for love and sparkling thoughtfulness.
I did not
fit
in.
This child, me
odd,
different
gray
never accepted, never to be really known.
In therapy I came to accept
my parent would never be
supporting
cheering
loving.
They will not be at my wedding
celebrating this child, me
no longer gray.
Together with the woman of
my life.
We paint the skies in rainbows,
my inside now filled with love
in places I only thought
sorrow would fit.
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