Autohueography

My existing, painted in Grey,
Blurred strokes of living.
From lifeless day,
To struggling eon.
Lying to the world,
expectations to meet.
Sculpted in their blue,
The haze they wanted to see.
My soul tucked away,
hiding it's true beat.
My core in pink,
It's nuanced hue,
Unknown.

The colourless chasm,
Black beyond black.
Despond incarnate,
The point of not to be.  
No more hiding the pink.
No more lie of blue.
Just, no more. 

The chasm would not take me,
It's entrance boarded up.
"This is not your time,
You have your pink to live".

With faulting steps,
And struggling change,
Oft bathed in tears,
My gentle pink appeared.
Authentic and real,
My me 
finally 
me.