When I first felt it,

My rainbow felt like rain.

A torrential downpour.

A Kinsey 5 hurricane.

It was beauty and it was pain.

A loss and a gain.

When this technicolor

         lightning

     strike

Short-circuited my brain.

So I buzzed and buzzed,

Tried to think my way out

Of the truth of me,

I was lying about.

_Out of everyone, why me? _

After all this time, why now?

Is this a truth I can control?

Or that my family will allow?

_What about my plans? _

The white picket fence?

_Do I have to erase my past self? _

This doesn’t make sense.

But it did.

Deep down,

I knew that it did.

So the part of me that was burried,

Just couldn’t stay hid.

I’d go insane if it did.

So I opened the lid.

And the colors that came out

Scratched an itch in my brain,

And then the missing piece of me clicked,

          Like a seatbelt,

                    On a    

                             runaway       train.

Fast forward to today.

I wish I could say,

That mixed with this relief,

I didn’t still pay.

Because coming out never ends.

I do it every day.

And I ache in color now,

In a much deeper way.

And it’s overwhelming

That I keep evolving

Without my say.

And although we flash rainbows on skyscrapers,

Some people still think blue skies,

Or picking a side,

Are what makes a sunny day.

But despite all that,

I do know now,

That embracing this truth,

Was riskless bet.

Since now I can love all soaking wet.

In the rain I may shiver but

But it feels great to be free.

Because at last I’m alive with electricity.

So past self, don’t you see?

The lightning strike was pain but The rainbow isn’t all rain.

In embracing this truth, I found more of me.

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Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈