Colours

I am black.

I am the absence of emotion,

The pain of heartbreak,

The failure of humanity.

I am an impenetrable void,

A pit of dead dreams, broken promises,

A place where dreams are sent to die.

I enter a room and all light is extinguished,

To nothing but a wisp of memory

Of what life was like.

You are colour.

A spectrum of emotion,

Crashing through everyone you meet like a sunset

Reflecting off of the waves of an ocean of unrest.

Your colours flicker through the people you meet,

They feel your passion, your kindness

They steal away some of you

Some of your shining light

But that’s okay.

You have more.

You touched me.

I felt it, like lightning flickering through my veins,

Your love a supernova,

A star forming,

Exploding into clouds of dust within my black

A nebula becoming, pink, orange, blue, purple!

Colours dancing together in unison,

Flickering with passion, reflecting

off of the light that is your love.

You taught me.

The black of my soul is not the absence of colour.

Not the absence of humanity, of all that is good.

It is the canvas on which you paint a masterpiece.

It is the first second before a baby opens its eyes

to the light of the hospital where it experiences its first true love.

It is the peace of a dreamless sleep

The feeling of true and uninterrupted rest.

The very black that I had grown to loathe is not my flaw,

It is my beauty.