Glimpses of Light

When my skin shimmered scarlet
I wondered who I was to become
in the years I remained crosslegged
here, in the prism of my prison. 

Receding waves of blue and pink
hit me like alien fields that summer
I glimpsed through the bars, cascaded
straight into my amber amygdala. 

I want you to promise me that I will
always make sense, even when I don’t
that my pain will radiate off of you
that you will smother it beneath light. 

All around me life is a parade of lights
and I am the curb that waits to be passed
on the way to bigger grander things
but solidly you stop, you scream; 

			    	        “hey”.