Ink Stained Soul…

I remember I loved pink and red too.
Colors that make me feel happy, loved, and beautiful.
I don’t know when I lost it, too much time has past in dark hues.
I came alive again and rediscovered my light, the evidence irrefutable.
I walked away.
Reclaiming what is mine.
Released my skeletons.
I learned to shine.
So I love pink and red again once more.
I love the way I feel soft and open.
I love the way I’m free to explore.
I am who I have always been ready to soar.