The slanted rays of life in the evening sun's gaze.
My shadow looms larger, a child of the night.
Tangerine fears, a red self, so vast.
Blinding me, phasing.
Blood-letting.
Rejection.

Fear of rejection led to a fear of self-expression, led to a fear of myself, led to the rejection of self.

It was at noon, I think, when my shadow and I became one.
A time of no shadows with a new light.
My head, a radiant halo.
A white hot self.
Effulgent sun.
Acceptance.

Self-expression led to being myself, led to learning myself, led to the acceptance of self.