we all need a little colour

The battle of black and colour

Black was ruthless.

This was not a friend but an enemy, absorbing all colours, pretending to protect the spectrum but leaving each shade weak and puny, hidden in the depths, breathlessly submissive.

Dormant the colours rested, exhausted but dogged and resolute, waiting for light to penetrate the dark shield.

Then light came.

A dawning realisation of hope began to strengthen their form.
A radiant heat of love teased the tint into the open, for all to see.
A cascade of optimism splashed and sated this new world,

and a rainbow of colours emerged triumphant in their glowing beauty,