Miriam's Poems 🫶🏼

I’m sensitive, understanding, supportive, and I think of others before myself,

Some people take advantage

I care for other’s feelings and if I could I’ll give my happiness to someone else,

But without realizing that would cause me a lot of damage.

Purple was always my favorite color,

I loved the meaning of it

Not until I changed to another,

Not until I fell into a pit.

I fell into a very dark place,

It seemed like I no longer cared

I felt very depressed and as if I’m just a disgrace,

I constantly felt scared.

Everything around me was very dark,

I began to enjoy the darkness of black

All this sadness and pain slowly began living a mark,

Happiness was something that I didn’t have and would lack.

I was no longer cheerful but serious and very negative,

That’s when black became my favorite color

All the weakness I felt made it seem like I was under some form of medicine or sedative,

Will I ever go back to the old me? I always wonder.

Now I am a mix of both,

But black is still my favorite

But I’m proud of my improvement and growth,

The good thing is that now I’m full of bravery.

By: Miriam Lopez