Then it was Evening
And I was in my mother's room
With a list of things I need to say

After getting small things sorted
I told her something
That had been on my mind for three months

Not that I expected her to lash out or hate me
But even in the most gentle environment
Anxiety preys on the mind.

A year and a half later, my confession was confirmed
I now had evidence to show the world
Not that I consider them evidence
But a gift
And a chance

It was in the evening,
When I became part of something truly
Colorful.