Black on Black

Black on Black

In my youth black on black was a daily look

Straight out of a vogue 2001 fashion book

Long black silk cloaks with jewellery that spoke a thousand tales, recycled chunky metal & hand made

A rite of passage, a time of rebellion and fun

The world was my oyster, teenage life had only just begun

Retrospectively now I can see

That the lack of colour was quite unbeknownst to me

(though to the outward world, I’m sure it was plain to see)

Waking up in my twenties from a hazy dream

I see now that the blackness from head to toe

Was me mourning the younger version of me

Feeling the loss of the endless bright days playing out, filled with pure joy & hilarity

Of dancing for the sake of it and just simply being free,

Contrasting with this new and daunting phase of mounting responsibility

Adolescence felt like a confusing and weary track, pressure building up to choose the ‘right path’

Now nearing my 30s I finally see

That there is not one choice there are many things we can be

We can still tap into the child’s way, full of vibrancy, colour, curiosity & amaze that we sampled way back in our primary school days

If we allow ourselves to organically grow

Living life on our own timeliness, allowing it to flow

Seeing the unknown as an opportunity to discover more about ourselves and the world as we go...

Though I still have love for black on black, I mean it’s a classic look for sure let’s not get too off track...

But I’m finally at ease with where I am meant to be

And I now know that living life in colour, is truly where it’s at for me✌🏽❤️