Born ~ #Poetics @dVersePoets

Did my shadow darken your doorway
as you slept with one eye open?
Your little brain, pitter-pattering its way
through to dawn
when relief comes in having to face
only what you can see.
Sleeping below a rainbow
serves only those who refuse to dance
to the joy of the spectrum
the beat of a different realm.
You've paused so long at yesterday
the roots now ensnare my feet.
Straight up always
put prone to changing minds
My god wears a coat of many colors
to hide her perfect form.
It only goes to prove
in her image I have failed.
Goodness bleeds as does the bad
but its flow is smoother
allowing me to sleep at night...
provided my imagination agrees to not run away
for it is my dictator
and I am prone to fancy.
I've been told countless times
I've outgrown the need for fairies
yet I refuse to accept conditions
acceptable to most.
Therefore
doomed to swim in rainbow rain
I face most my storms alone
for I've not the words
nor the magic
to make the blind see.

What is a self-portrait...when presented in words, the chore becomes more difficult. Ultimately, at the end of the day, I've accepted the chaos...whether or not Fred (aka @PoeticalPysche) feels this is a worthy response to his prompt for Poetics has yet to be determined...but I can tell you, there are plenty of mirrors over at dVersePoets to help with your reflection.