I am not a spectrum
Self worth is on a spectrum that shifts day to day
mainly by the way
your eyes shift side to side
if you’re by my side.
But that in and of itself is a deep sadness
and I am in and of myself a deep sadness.
But I am beginning to know
I am worth more than a shifting spectrum of acceptance
based on perception
based on false narratives
based on half truths
and the truth is I am finally seeing myself clearly
And I am a not spectrum
Instead: a prism
one of light, and colors, and waves
multi faceted, depth, 3-d, living, breathing, warm, dancing in the light that filters through it
I catch colors and warmth
and not feelings
of hatred
self loathing
insecurity
especially never ‘not enough’
This prism only catches
acceptance
of myself
above all.
Not some shifting eyes that waiver from end to end of approval to non.
That’s too linear for a prismatic existence.
These lines are 3D, and they will dance.