it shines.

my skin says optimism.
be.
optimistic.
it yells it at me
in hand-drawn type encircled with flowers
and vine.
it say
find the fucking light,
jessi.
find it.
it's wearing ten flowers
purple
orange
yellow
pink
red.
my favorite is purple.
i bought this bracelet
- plastic -
but still, the same shade.
and sometimes
when i put it
on top of
the purple flower
and screaming optimism
i realize
the actual beauty
in the words.
beyond the design
and the way it wraps delicately
around my forearm.
the idea of light
in darkness.
the idea of something
out of nothing.
the belief that brightness wins.
and then
i can
for once
remain silent
long enough to say
thank you
and
to feel
the
love
the truth.
until seconds later
i slather spf 50
all over the words on my arm
for fear that the sun
will fade it
forever.