A Prayer for True Colors
By Michelle E. Brown 07/2016
I pray not to be that vortex sucking the air out of the room,
The world and others with my self-importance
And big ideas.
Let me be that welcomed breath of fresh air,
That cosmic breeze filling space
With hope, love and ideas.
I pray to recognize the stench is not me,
It’s only the remnants of some dog shit I’ve stepped in.
I can scrape it off, wash it off,
Change my course.
I pray not to be a sun blinding others with my light.
Let me be one of many stars shining brightly in the heavens
Illuminating the dark.
I pray to be more than the sum of boxes,
A color code, an insular group alone in my silo.
Help me to be brave, to color outside the lines
To laugh loudly, to sing boldly
To dance with reckless abandon
To live authentically
Loving wildly, deeply, passionately,
More than green, gold, orange or blue
Let my aura be a rainbow of all colors
Embracing every person, every voice,