Crayooooola

I came from
intensity,
and loud words spoken behind closed doors,
I'm sure of it.

No, life wasn't "mac and cheese" or "dandelion" or "sunset orange."
Stress consumed my small frame,
from personality
and circumstance.

No, life was more "outer space" or "midnight blue"
and lots of learning.
Lots of experience.

Lots of love.

Some of which tore me apart,
but mostly healed my soul.
Wove those frayed edges back together.

Overtime,
the sky turned to "aquamarine"
and the clouds were no longer "manatee"
and I taught myself to keep trying,
despite heartache.

Now I see through "fern" and "canary" and "mango tango"
and a smile
and hope.

I don't want my old crayons back.