They're swirling, bright, colors, always mixing, only sometimes growing dark and muddy.

They're eager to grow and learn, to leave their color on everything and everyone they touch,

brightening them.

But they are trapped, stuck in a box in so many ways, unsure how to break free.

Their color fills the box with ease, sometimes overflowing and spilling down the sides.

Others try to ebb the flow, or snuff it out completely,

in vain.

They're ashamed of their color, they've been trained to be.

They used to try and hide their color.

But they've given up.

They will be seen, they will be heard.

People will enter their world, see their colors, fall in love with their stories.

It may take time, they may still be shy, but eventually,

They will let themselves grow.