Colors of Light and Dark

I started as a tiny, pink blip

Growing in my mother’s womb.

Transforming,

Emerging,

Until I became the sea red of life.

I was introduced into the world,

Basked in a soft yellow glow.

I was the ray of light

In my mother’s eyes.

My light would shift

From a vibrant purple,

To a soft, sky blue-colored hue.

My head was soaring in a world

Where fairytales and flying dragons

Was all true.

Until one day,

The window, from which I view the outside world,

Shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.

The real world,

In all its beauty and ugliness,

Painted my body with a grey-like smog

That my light could not penetrate.

As I grew older,

I notice my light fading.

And in its place was a slithering,

Dark black.

The world was not what it once was,

I begin to see all the pain,

All the unkindness

And all the rage that mankind has.

How I long to be back in my mother’s womb,

Where all the world’s terror

cannot encroach upon me.

How I long to be a pink, tiny blip once more.

I stare at the face in the mirror,

And see the eyes swimming with light brown

Grow even darker.

This dark shadow encases my body,

Its soft tendrils clinging to me

Like a second skin.

And during the nights

I curl up into a ball,

I begin to welcome

Darkness as a source of comfort.

I have accepted this shadow of mine

As a part of myself that

I do not wish to burrow.

One day,

A slip of light entered,

And penetrated

The cloud of black latched onto me.

After being starved of any

color, pigment or hue,

I almost could not recognize

this sight,

as if the very sun itself

was surfacing from the deep

hollows of my bones.

I stare at my skin, from

My face to my fingers,

All of them were glowing

And warm with a soft yellow tone.

I look in the mirror and I see light.

I see hope.

I see a person shining

With a myriad of colors.

All the broken pieces

Are now collected into one,

Reflecting a sparkle

Of pink, red, blue, purple

And white.

That’s when I notice,

The darkest of shades lingering

Underneath each light.

And I knew,

There can be no light

without the shadow.

All the different shades and pigments

Are all my deepest fears,

heart-wrenching grief,

And greatest of loves

Wrapped into one.

The colors.

The light.

The dark.

They are what you

Make them out to be

In this beautiful and terrifying

Thing we call life.