My path a straight line, Black and white with hints of grey. Marriage to a man, children, Is that not the only way to work? Hard labour in the mornings, Mother to three at night. But a rainbow interfered, Colours of grey untraceable. The temptation to let it in lingered, But I successfully restraint. As I should not commit sins, Should I not? Google my only salvation, To grasp this incomprehensible mess. But people online were different, peculiar, They were proudly showing their colours. It seemed absolutely preposterous, I could not possess a rainbow. I would not. Denial was my only saviour, Without it, I would succumb to temptation. Curious teenagers questions swirled, Like a constant memory in my mind. The thought seemed absurd, Must never cross my mind. Pretence was a false hope, I just could not blend in. Praying, bleeding, What must the solution be? I could never accept, this monstrous part of me. Weeks, Months, Years, How long must it take? Acceptance is a lengthy journey, I welcome my rainbow fate at last. My path is now filled with circles, I feel complete, I feel like me. -Bluebell Winters