My foot caught in that bar
And faster than I could scream
I felt black.
I awoke on a callous floor
And saw those stairs looming over
To tell me what pain
I was about to know.
My feet planted in that doorway
Unable to lift
From a hard truth
Weighing us both down.
Still, faster than I could say
“I love you,”
The world we knew
Faded to a black we couldn’t change back.
That damn exhaustion
Drew my eyes shut.
That second of black
Propelled my car
Into a mistake
My feet couldn’t halt
With any push on the brakes.
My ears set on those words
Which whispered a truth
I had always known
But couldn’t believe.
And in a moment
I found myself shut in a darkened room
Filled with endless
Thoughts of black.
Black has been the color
Propelling me forward
Through mistakes and heartaches.
Black has helped made me grow
Into a woman I wouldn’t have otherwise known.
Despite the hurt of the darkness
There is vibrancy black has helped me see…
Every time…
After the clouds have rolled out,
Shadows have passed,
And new day has risen.
—Written by Sandy Heights
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