Poem and song inspired by Kasu (small wounds) Chromatic prompt.
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Once there was a girl named Prism,
She was fractured into shards.
Every shard a different color—
Some were children, some were guards.
Prism lived in lands so dreary,
Only black and white were seen.
And so she hid her colored pieces,
Deep within her crystal sheen.
Prism wore her white reflection
Like a mask, and wore it well.
Everyone thought she was perfect,
Even though it hurt like hell.
Then one day, she met another—
Rainbow colors leaking through.
So she showed her hidden shards,
And learned that they were fractured too.
And so they let their colors play;
They felt so free, they felt so seen.
But some mixed poorly, turning gray,
And so their love turned dark and mean.
They fought, they cried, they tried to hide,
Rescinding all their colored light,
Not saying what they felt inside,
Sure none could ever know their plight.
So Prism walked the shadowed realm,
Resigned again to black and gray.
Her colors ached to take the helm,
Her truest self now locked away.
But once released, the colors fought
To break free from their crystal cage.
So Prism sat, and Prism thought;
A color spoke—the wise old Sage.
“You do not need to hide us now,”
Sage told her kindly, sure and true.
“We've learned to play, you showed us how.
You let us out, and then, we grew.”
“The world will hate you!” Prism cried—
Or maybe it was Orange, in fear.
“You'll never know until you've tried,”
Sage softly whispered in her ear.
And then Red spoke, with righteous rage,
“You cannot keep us locked away!
We want to be free from our cage.
The right thing is to let us stay.”
Then all the colors spoke their truth,
And Prism listened, Prism learned.
Though some of them could be uncouth,
She realized their place was earned.
And so she let her colors play;
They felt so free, they felt so seen.
And none mixed poorly, turning gray;
Her love was kind and never mean.
So whole, so free, no need to hide,
Reflecting all her colored light.
Now she knew what she felt inside;
Her shards knew she had heard their plight.
Now Prism walks with all her hues—
Peaceful, bold, chromatic light.
Soon others freed their colors too,
Inspired by Prism’s guiding light.
Stunning! So beautifully visual and charming! 💜
What I appreciated most here is that the poem doesn’t stop at “finding someone who understands you.” It keeps moving toward something harder: learning how to let your own fractured parts exist without forcing them back into hiding.
“Once released, the colors fought / To break free from their crystal cage” felt especially true to the real experience of opening up. Healing rarely arrives as harmony first. Often it arrives as noise, conflict, and long-buried voices demanding space.
And I really loved the ending shift from perfection to listening:
“Her shards knew she had heard their plight.”
That’s what gives the poem heart for me. Not becoming flawless, but finally becoming reachable to oneself.