Wrapped in Ebony

Today is black on black.

And I hear you ask

If I'm in mourning.

But your perception is skewed.

For black has always been my telltale hue

Of acceptance and home.

No sorrow resides here

For I have never feared the dark, my dear.

My fear always stems

From what can be found within

My tattered soul

When relentlessly viewed

In the light.