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Words have always been my art. They dance for me and sing for me. They laugh for me and cry for me. They are my paint and brushes. They are my clay.

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Poetry Writing Month

I Found a Rainbow — a poem of discovering

A Decuain

Apr 15, 2025

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A pathway leading through a garden of many coloured flowers.
Photo by Vitor Paladini on Unsplash

I grew up in a world of black and white
Where light illuminated shades of grey.
I did not realize I was uptight
Until I found myself going astray.
I wandered off the straight and narrow way,
And found a rainbow waiting there for me.
I stopped to smell the roses in bouquet,
Found countless flowers far as I could see.
I wander through the fields, lost in delight;
I left behind the bleak, embraced the bright.

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A bright orange flower peeking out from a blanket of white snow.
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A woman in shadow wearing a black sports bra, shorts, and boxing gloves, holding her hands up ready to fight.

Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.

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Words have always been my art. They dance for me and sing for me. They laugh for me and cry for me. They are my paint and brushes. They are my clay.

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