Fibers

We're all made up of fibers,

And mine are black and blue.

Black is what is hidden, my soul alone it stirs.

Blue is like an old friend, loyal, honest, and true.

Black is all the dark days, suffering in silence.

Blue is tranquil and deep, like the shimmering seas.

Black is anger and rage, at a world so full of violence.

Blue is sweet and tropical, like a Caribbean ocean breeze.

Black is somber and serious, mournful like the night.

Blue is content and peaceful, when my heart is light.

Black is strength from within, fighting for what is right.

Blue is the sky, working to reach new heights.

It might seem insignificant and simple, but these colors are part of me.

Together they make a person bruised, but never broken.

Take me or leave me, but honesty is key.

Yes, I may be outspoken,

But if you only take the time to really see,

You may find that there is beauty yet in me.