My t-shirt is light, even featherweight. It defies the laws of gravity. The most stunning thing about this is its light weight even amongst the solid, even heavy things that comprise it.
The basis of this shirt is nothing more than the light golden threads of love. They are incandescent, yet wholly grounding and a foundation of all I need. Those ethereal strands give way to nothing, and are infused with more. Purple threads are those of my belief in God, and all he has done for me. I feel his unconditional support through everything in those silky purple strands. Threads of red are of my fiery passion for life and all it has to offer. It's time that I wear them to their fullest potential, and allow them to hold me up amongst the gold and purple. Then comes the color blue, the true blue of my family and friends. They are threaded closely to the gold everywhere, as their love and support shine forth, practically rivaling all in their path.
There is a path of brown throughout, the dull brown of bipolar disorder. The strands are confusing, zigging this way and that, with no direction, almost trying to pull the shirt apart. And yet, the gold and blue and purple and red all fight and keep that shirt going strong. It's the one shirt I have for the rest of my life, and it needs to stay together. The brown cannot tear it, though it may try.
There are other colors as well; the pink of hard work, the yellow of my nephew's smile, the green of my wonderful husband and his constancy in the face of life and all that those brown strands try to throw at me. There are even black strands of suicide, but again, the rainbow of all that I have makes sure that they are thin and flimsy, never truly making a strong bind anywhere. They never connect.
My t-shirt is complete. It knows the joy of success and love, and the hardship of illness and heartbreak. It is completely me, with all the brilliance and dullness of a life lived.
This t-shirt is my song of life, and I shall sing it.
Extraordinary, my love. Signed, Green With Envy.
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