I am, that I am…
A chameleon…
Shifting between the hues
That camouflage my insecurities,
That others will think I’m a natural fit
To the terrain of my environment
That I might remain hidden and safe
From the pretatory dangers
Of those that hunt out vulnerability,
And climb atop a warmed rock
To bask, uncaringly, in the sun
Skillfully scrambling, on feet,
(that cannot hurry me fast enough)
To blend into yet another backdrop
Of blues and greens and flecks of gold
Beneath branches of sudden escape
I am…that I am
A chameleons…
Ever ready to meld into a harmless entity
Eye-catchingly quick to disappear from sight
In a flash of changing color
Protected by the armor that is
My ingrained ability to adapt.