what is it that you perceive?
What is it that you see yourself to be?
Black and white was your dream,
filled with sorrow and desolation.
Faint and faded pictures, a recollection of what digs within your wounds the most.
The two colors adding insult to injury
Cemented to memory are the ghosts that haunt your every thought.
And comes along He, Master of all Sovereign who introduced the rainbow to the weeping skies.
A box of twelve choices and paths filling over the vivid images of your pain as He paints skillfully over the plains of your porcelain skin
Lashing and laping at all blemishes your past lain upon the temple He birth from soil.
As the brush wipes away your tears only to remind you that He is still here with you when all hope seems to dwindles.
Restoring the crimson pumping organ to breath you back to life with His Fatherlike carrasses.
As you are His child, precious, a jew you are.
Carved from the finest of stone.
so why, his most prized possession do you let them throw ash and gunk at your canvas?
12 colors of the rainbow He has bestowed upon you with such love and hope,
Its only in your right to make a masterpiece.
Foolish are you to judge your beauty within the eyes of another
For in those eyes you never will truly BE.
~•Kudzai Chidamba P•~