A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

In dark and dusty corners of my mind,

where shadows dance and secrets (covered) lie,

truth unfolds. New horizons are defined

for this heart that thought it knew the stormy sky.

Truth was concealed by monochromatic filter.

What once was tethered to a single hue,

is now a spectrum, my world thrown off-kilter,

as coloured whispers paint the scene anew.

A narrative was spun in black and white,

unquestioned certainties were penned in ink,

but introspection lends a seeking light

and offers up new depths in which to sink.

Reflections in the mirror start to shift:

the echoes of desires once dismissed

now blossom. Delicate petals gently lift,

revealing beauty previously missed.