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