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! 🏳️‍🌈