Black.

I am black, aren’t you?

I am here.
I arrived after the burning,
losing parts of me
I didn’t know existed.
I lost them one by one,
changing and developing
into new, mix shades until
I lost it all, didn’t you?

I’m here, now.
Something tells me I survived
even if the parts of me couldn’t.
And being here, now
I see what I was-
Yellow, red, blue, green,
And now, just black.
I died a little, didn’t you?

I am not there.
But, I remember them.
Maybe one day, I will create
something from this nothingness,
this void, that eats me up;
this lack of void, that finds no release.
Or, may be not. Maybe I won’t.
I accepted myself a little, didn’t you?

I’m not there, yet.
And, maybe I won’t ever be.
So, I’ll just…be here and
make myself a home
to all the darkness,
which speaks of pain, dread and loss,
but, also makes everything else a little brighter.
I’ll go on, won’t you?

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