If you decide to feel
people might think you’ve gone mad,
like you’ve taken up the business of exploding.
Because instead of dousing the wicks of lit fireworks
yours will launch
headlong into the sky and scream
every color they’d been trying so hard to hide inside themselves.

And there are some who will look up with tears in
their eyes and exclaim, This is beautiful
These are the same colors I see in myself
and I feel this like a quake in my heart

And there are many who will turn away and shrink,
uncomfortable, grumbling that it’s nothing special at all.