Dark Distress Deeply Dwelling

When hues collide, a stark and brutal scene, Black bruises blooming where the light once played, And blue, a sorrow, silent and unseen, Beneath the surface, where the heart's betrayed. Is this the canvas where our truths reside? A testament to battles fought and lost, Where tenderness and anger cannot hide, And pain's raw artistry incurs such cost? Or do these colors whisper of a grace, A strength discovered in the shadowed hour, A beauty born of suffering's embrace, Like twilight's depth where fading sunbeams flower? Perhaps the soul, in shades of night and day, Finds its own fierce and complicated way. ©bfa042825