I bleed 27 colors
for the 27 years
I’ve walked on this earth.
I can’t help but smile at my failures,
rejoice over my shortcomings,
be grateful for the mistakes
that have led to so many moments
of feeling blessed by a curse
that allows me to feel emotion so deeply,
and love and hate and breathe with conviction.
If this is my cross to bear,
so be it.
I’d rather feel everything all at once
than absolutely nothing at all.