Black and White
Black and white.
Two colors that never described me,
Life was consumed by various shades of gray.
I was enveloped in the confusion of gray.
I longed for black and white.
I yearned for clarity, content, and definition.
Which I thought only came in the form of two colors.
The fork in the road turned into a whisk,
I struggled to make my way down each route
Only to find dead ends or u-turns in the form of melancholic numbness.
My world spun in hundreds of different directions,
I fell into a mangled chaotic mess,
My hopeless living had nothing to look to.
I was heartbroken, alone, and purposeless.
I knew giving up was my only option,
I needed to surrender to the war, so the chaos could cease.
Being nothing was closer to having peace than what my future seemed.
In a last desperate attempt at life I feebly outstretched my arm.
Before it was even fully extended He grasped onto my hand with all His might
And lifted me to the surface.
He began to gently dry my tears and clean my wounds,
I was blinded by the war, all I saw was gray.
He kissed my closed eyes
And I lifted them towards His face.
He took my heart and held me, healing every broken piece in my soul.
I looked to Him, a renewed being, and wept for my undeserved salvation.
“Why?” I meekly asked.
He smiled and simply stated “because you’re mine”
I touched His nail scarred hands and kissed them,
Whatever little sign of thanksgiving I could give.
I was ready to see the world in a new light,
I was ready to live again.
Black and white were never colors used to describe me.
But the world is so much more than gray.
It’s yellow, green, red, blue, pink.
Every hue miraculously made by the Healer.
Yes, there is still gray
I can’t understand everything.
But now I know I don’t have to.
I trust that behind every shade of gray,
there’s a new color waiting to be seen.