Black and Blue
Written by Aisha

Black and blue colors shade my vision,
Clouds of a storm surround my mind.
A storm which will hinder my sight.
So dark and powerful, full of pain,
Shrouded with guilt and fault.

Despite hopes of freedom,
I am thrown into the void of disparity and the gift of triggers,
Calling up the nightly terrors that haunt my soul.

Unlike the calmness that follows the blue filled sky,
I see the colors left behind,
From the pain inflicted by the darkness,
Which lies within another.

The peacefulness of blue now defined,
as the fearful depths of an ocean full of intentional trauma.

Blending the two together,
Leaving behind an array of colors.
The mixture of blue, purple, black and others,
To create the ultimate potpourri on a palette,
Belonging to an artist who rightly and willingly
Exploits the weak canvas of a body.

As the days pass, the pain from the contusions cease,
Yet the aura of colors remain in sick acknowledgment,
As they continue to spawn establishing its own malignant rainbow.