In my chest I feel a contraction

Shallow breaths, fast heart beats

My body in tremor

I recognize the signs

My soul in expansion

going into labor

Birthing a new me,

With each word, into each colour

I shape-shift all the time!

I don’t need a mirror

To see my new form

Mirrors are blind to our truth.

What doesn’t lie

Is the glimmer in your eyes

When I see myself in you.

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