Two years ago I had two black shirts
Today I have twenty
Black once repelled me by its forbidding gloom
Today its warmth comforts me
I used to live in color photographs
Today I develop only in black and white
What happened to the colors of my world?
Where I once had white walls
Today I have darkened posters
When I once had white sheets
Today they are dark
Where once stood a white stuffed puppy
Today a shadowy gargoyle stares
What happened to the brightness of my world?
When I once sang and danced to Raffi
Today I am mesmerized by the voice of Ozzy
When I once read Stuart Little
Today I delve into Les Miserables
Where I once wrote of joy and excitement
Today I write of a lost light and confusion
Why is it easier to write of the darker feelings?
Because without them we can’t see the…
Uniqueness in the so called, mundane.