In rainbows past, she cherished purple's grace,
Symbol of love, in its lasting embrace.
Uniqueness woven in each violet trace,
A hue that captured hearts, a gentle pace.
But now, her favorite shade turns to black,
A canvas where her sorrows find no lack.
In its depths, she hides the pain she tracks,
A sanctuary for tears, a sheltered stack.
Black, the cloak she wears, a shield from view,
Where brokenness and tears find their due.
In its shadowed embrace, pain she subdue,
A color of mourning, her heart's subdued.
From radiant purple to shadows so deep,
A journey through sorrows that silently seep.
In black's embrace, her secrets she'll keep,
A canvas of brokenness, where emotions reap.
-Snowflake-
