Colors

The colors black and yellow,
resemble a bruise that’s aged.
Stricken by the hand of a man,
causing me all this rage.

Beaten for the very last time,
a life misunderstood.
I packed my things to leave him,
this time it was for good.

Black and yellow of my dreams,
shattered into tiny pieces.
Like laundry out of the dryer,
it’s wrinkled with many creases.

Lies and gossip for all to hear,
life’s been difficult at best.
Fear resides inside of me,
it’s hard to get some rest.

Black and yellow more than colors,
together they make brown.
The happy smile I use to have,
has been turned upside down.

A journey I must now survive,
has a destiny that I choose.
Strength I found on the inside,
helps this battle I will not lose.

No more black, just need yellow,
to paint me the nearest rainbow.
Brighter days are up ahead,
since I finally let him go.