Safe Inside the Lines

A Poem by ExposedSiren

I love holidays... When I'm far, far away.

I am not upset because of this color,
I am not angry because of the rain.
Today I am sad to have to witness the
Ever-slowing, ever-growing, haunting state of decay.
I love these people,
and I really loved this day...
But something about watching them from afar
Makes me feel a new shade of grey...
Black is my blanket,
wrapped tightly around me when the world is too loud.
Black is my savior,
Distracting me from this overwhelming crowd.
From the puddles I willingly jump into,
To the shadows I keep as friends,
Black has never turned its back on me.
I see the way it comforts at funerals,
Holding the mourning as they look to the sky above...
It cradles the other colors to help them feel brighter,
Creating a defense that I have learned to love.
Black is the color I wear when I am alone...
Black is not my favorite color,
Black is my home.