The rainbow is looking down on me.
The beauty of it I can not see.
There is only one colour the rainbow lack
its what i feel inside - black.

Black, death, rage and fear.
The emotions coming out tear by tear.
The rainbow simbolize that it is done.
and yet the weight inside weighs a ton.

Red is the colour of the roses outside.
The roses that sheltered when i hide.

Green is the grass I laid upon when he wanted me too.
so he could do what he wanted to do.

Yellow was the sun that shined down on me.
It was the only thing that could ever see.
That could take away the tears.
and release me from the fears.

Blue is the sky looking down on me.
To loose myself in and be set free.
free to float away in this fantasy I know
where nobody would think of ways for love to show.

White is the colour that reflects it all
Purity and serenity I could not call
my own as the black consumed what was good in me.
So I ould never be set free.

I want the black to leave my soul.
To be able to live and tell it all.
To see the beauty within my heart and life.
and not focus on the deep cutting knife.
The rainbow may come out and have declared.
That another day another life was spared.
My life, this black whole within.
I did finally win!!

pietie - you're doing good work!

not only in this poem but for yourself -

thanks for this! - keep writing -

you've made beauty out of dark stuff.

Tjaart,

What a wonderful poem. Thanks for posting this.

Much love,
Larry