Black

What do you think of Black when you hear the word?
Maybe stars glistening against the Black night
Or, the ants that have been eaten by the bird
Even strolling around on a dark, lonely street, shaking with fright

My Black is the

Deep depths of the ocean turn Black as I sink in
My thoughts and emotions pull me down great distances
I already know, these tears are starting to begin
My eyes try to fight back the tears, questioning my existence

My Black is the

Feeling of being shadowed over the gleaming Sun
Curled up in the corner of my closest
Deciding whether I'm going to be done
But no matter how I feel, I will never go through with it

Because Black is also the color of strength
The power to overcome anything
How far you will go is an never ending length
What will the future now bring?