Just the beginning
It is not the color of a cloud
Following above my head
Telling me that I should dread
My favorite long-sleeve
An epiphany based of swirls
An empty eyeshadow palette
An oil-painting party-train
The side of my palm
After a page of notes is
Smeared and covered in
Doodles of flowers
The sides of my arms
After a new wall is
Drenched and drying with
Intricacies of landscapes
An expression of self
After unforeseen hurdles
Learning to be set free
Not locked up in used-to-be
My trusty no. 2 pencil
Littering between two lines
On white sheets of possibility
Bound up and kept close by
Just the beginning
It is the color of my life ennewed
Following along my self-esteem
Telling me that I should dream
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