The disappearance of many souls
left the past year with feelings of dread.
Will the pain buried deep within cease
or will this emptiness that I have never end?
Wandering through a field of wildflowers
I discovered lives that experienced doom.
But along with the horrid events experienced
I discovered that new lives bloomed.
Upon closer inspection
the flowers shared their hues.
And with spectrum of colors
emotions and stories grew.
White had shown true innocence
of a child who had good intentions.
It shimmered and shined of purity
and portrayed an angel of delectation.
Baby blue was a color true
that held onto its name.
It shared new life and calamity
and showed the sky's beauty during the day.
Gold would become a present
of warmth, acceptance, and light.
It brightened the world as if it were the sun
as its rays pierced through the clouds with might.
As I walk through the meadow,
there will be grief and blight.
But I must also remember
that with darkness there will be light.