Each step forward I feel the weight

maybe baggage I’m just too afraid to get rid of

Holding me back from the person that I’m supposed to be

the vision beauty and so much color

Yet

the same old black and white stain me

at this point the colors have been becoming more bright.

The shapes have been becoming more clear

I know exactly where I want to be at the end of my years

Your eyes so piercing

your smile so warm

your awkward hugs

when I’m anxious

And your not quite sure what to do

your color my color

it always shines through

every moment with you you brighten my pages

the old me relieves herself

that I’ll be OK

we’ll be OK

the new ME yelling

come on

And that’s how my colors fade away.