Believe

Believe: verb [with object] accept (something) as true; feel sure of the truth of; accept the statement of (someone) as true; [no object] have faith, especially religious faith; (believe something of someone) feel sure that (someone) is capable of a particular action; [with clause] hold (something) as an opinion; think or suppose

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When I left the house with the hope I'd see Northern Lights last evening, I knew I would. And as we drove, singing along to 80s music while the sunset sky grew darker, I did, indeed, 'see' those lights.

Since I was little-r (though we grow in size & experience, some don't in spirit), I've been adept at believing into being. My imagination, my soul even, paints colorful pictures loaded with details so convincing that I do not doubt their reality over, perhaps, another 'less-pleasant' reality.

Filled full and breathing
are entire worlds in me
living when I can't

The vicarious lives of 'my people' point me towards color when I'm tempted to name what I'm feeling in black and white or, at best, varied depths of gray.

As we drove to hilltops hopeful we'd find clearing skies, 'my people' spoke a song. Their messages, even from music, are spoken. They are rhythmic, but they are never pitched. At times, I try to work through, pretending nothing different is happening, but they can mute me. So as I sang along to TRUE COLORS they pulled the plug, wanting to be sure I saw color, hoping, undoubtedly, that one of these days I'll be able to bring the wealth of these worlds into believing in myself. So they spoke:

It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

...And I heard, because I couldn't sing through the sentiment:

So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

...and I saw the Northern Lights, green healing light, dancing behind my eyes, without regard for my 'clouded' vision.

I believe in light and color and imagination. I believe they heal.

I believe in bathing in green light when your soul is coated in red.

Once in awhile, stop singing and hear. Listen for 'true colors.'