The rainbow flag, once a defiant splash against the sky,

tucks its folds away, a sigh on the summer breeze.
Confetti settles, the last thump of the bass drum fades,
but the rhythm of our fight continues, a steady underground pulse.
 
Pride isn’t confined to a calendar page, a thirty-day burst of color.
It’s the fierce love stitched into the fabric of our beings,
the stories whispered and shouted, a chorus of resilience.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold, resilience, and the fight for acceptance.
 
We carry the light of June, even as the month wanes,
a beacon passed between open hands, a promise whispered.
Whispers where understanding takes root,
in quiet truths finally spoken, blooming like forbidden flowers.
 
The battles aren’t over, but with each step, we stand a little taller,
hand in hand, on a path towards a more just horizon.
Let the flags rest, a quiet pause, a chance to gather strength.
Because the fire of love burns on, unwavering, a constant in this ever-changing world.